#walk right beside me; be the real friend i need [clive]

[sharpnosedscout]

Tagdump

i'm more than my nose [self]

i wish i could do more; please let me do more [musings]

so we drink & we dance & we drown our sorrow [aesthetic]

for the dancing & the dreaming [ship aesthetic]

i need strength when i'm weak; i need your faith in me [cid]

walk right beside me; be the real friend i need [clive]

you deserve a better lot than this; a kinder world [jill]

you know yourself; just don't push yourself [joshua]

one of the last good nobles out there [byron]

in a world of stone yet we are not alone [v: during canon]

deep in heart-wrung tears i'll pledge [v: post canon]

sharp steel & broken harmonies [v: pre canon]

[another-clive-blog]

I talked about the sad story’s before. I love your art for it!! If i can talk more about my vision, he die’s immediately because in mine he was shot in the head, but being shot in the heart works too because he still dies. For the sad part maybe you can do the aftermath. Its very sudden for him to die so they’re probably in shock, but besides that I thought about it alot and maybe bill hired some one to shoot clive, because the gun definitely didn’t just fire itself. Luke might be kept from seing clive dead, and Flora too. Billl claims no responsibility of course and its very hard for them to prove it for the time being, but unfortunately Clive is dead…

(Continuation of this post)

Alright I want to start by a fair warning : this got very personal. I've re-written it 6 times now to try and make it less of a personal thing, and I think I've successfully done it but also I kind of have a tunnel vision.

So yeah- trigger warning !! I personally consider this the most brutal fic I've done, also because I've introduced that unbearable thing I personally call "trauma latching". Other than that, TW are : gunshot, gun injury, head injury, mention of death, character death.

It takes place right after the final Layton and Clive flashback, when Clive is explaining himself and thanking the professor for saving him.

No one was expecting it. Why would they ? Future London was gone, the fortress was gone, all of this nightmare was over : at least that was what Layton thought.

And then he heard the gunshot.

It was sudden and loud and close, so close that he knew the sense of danger overtaking him wasn't unfounded : someone was actually trying to finish the job, as Luke would say, someone malevolent.

Layton was ashamed to admit it, but upon hearing that gunshot, his first reaction was to move towards Clive to stop him from shooting again.

His second reaction was to look up and go perfectly still.

Clive had not moved a finger : he was still standing right in front of the professor, staring at him. His hands were still empty, no firearms in sight. The only real difference was the bullet hole in his head.

Clive didn't say anything. He stumbled forward after a second, trying to get to the professor maybe, if this was even intentional, which it probably wasn't- and then he was falling. Layton didn't even think, didn't have time to think, before he caught Clive in his arms : the weight of the young man made him lose his balance and they both fell to their knees on the dirty ground.

"Professor !!" Luke shrieked.

Oh no.

"Keep the children away !!" Layton urged the inspector : he himself pressed Clive's forehead against his chest, trying to keep anyone else from witnessing what he knew had happened.

From the outside, he probably looked like he was trying to keep Clive safe, to protect him like the adult he was : he hoped the children would fall for it. He hoped none of them could truly understand why he was seemingly comforting Clive.

He hoped no one else knew Clive was gone already.

"I think the professor got hurt !! You have to- let me go !!" From the corner of his eyes, Layton could see Inspector Chelmey and Barton leading the children away. Flora looked a bit pale as she walked away, whereas Luke was fighting back with all his might, screaming and kicking.

It reminded him of another child.

Clive was still in his arms. Hershel remembered when he had hold him the same way, all these years ago : he remembered the erratic and desperate child fighting so desperately to go back into the fire. Looking back, he should have known it was him.

He had never forgotten him- he had even tried to look for him, but it had been too late. The child had already vanished out of thin air, gone from everywhere except for his memory.

His friends had gently made fun of him, calling it 'paternal instinct'. "I don't know why you haven't adopted him," Brenda would always say. "He needed parents, and you..." She would never finish her sentence, but she never needed to.

There was more than one way to build a family.

Claire watched helplessly, her heart aching : from where she was standing, it almost looked like Layton's head was buried in Clive's hair, like a parent kissing their child good night.

The inspector was gone, the kids were gone, Clive was gone : but she remained, and so did Bill Hawks. His nonchalance as he stared at the scene lit up fire in her heart, a desire to fight back that she hadn't even known could be there. "I know it was you-" she told Hawks as she stood tall in front of him, catching his attention. "Don't even try to deny it."

The policemen surrounding Bill immediately moved to neutralize this new threat, but a simple hand movement from the prime minister stopped them : they reluctantly took a step back, watching the scene in silence instead.

"This is absurd," Bill said, and he sounded as disgusted and angry as Claire. Her accusations were a blow to his ego that he simply couldn't live with. "I could very well have been the target. Who knows if I'm not in danger !"

"A shot to the head can hardly be called missing the target." She didn't even like Clive. She never had. But this-

Layton knew this wasn't actually about Clive. He didn't know the young man he actually was, wasn't given enough time to get to know him once the trick was up. He only knew the murderer who had caused so much pain to his beloved city, the awful man who had ruined far too many lives tonight.

He also knew he wasn't actually mourning Clive. He was mourning the memory of a little ray of light in the darkest day of his life, the memory that despite losing Claire, Layton had managed to save a life. The memory that there had still been some good that day. A child had been saved, his life was destroyed but still he was alive, he would keep on living. After the incident, Hershel would often find himself thinking about this child, wondering what kind of amazing new things he had gotten to experience for the first time after that awful day : he would wonder if that child was happy.

Now that child was dead.

Bill Hawks was roaring, sounding offended as always. "This man has just kidnapped me !"

Claire would not back down. "And now he's dead !"

"Are you implying that this is a bad thing ?" Bill's voice had gotten dangerously low, a threat barely disguised. "It is true that you were oddly adamant on going back for him," his mouth told her, whereas his eyes said 'Are you sure you want to side with him ?'

Claire's hands shook, her whole body vibrating with a sheer rage she was dreaming to let out on this man. She was dead either way, wasn't she ? And Clive was too, despite her efforts to save him. A waste of efforts, time, hope- everything. This man had taken everything away. He-

"Celeste !"

Hershel's voice snapped her out of it, and suddenly Claire realized how close she had gotten to Bill, how nervous his men were, how their hands were resting on their weapons-

She staggered back, hesitantly unclenching her fists. She was suffocating suddenly- she needed to take a deep breath. The air was cold, it tasted like ash. London was still burning and the wind was carrying more proof of that. It was all going wrong. She was losing control, losing it- losing.

Bill Hawks gave her a look of contempt. "Before accusing me of murder, young lady, you might want to ask yourself this : who wouldn't want that man dead ?"

Claire fell silent, ash and smoke in her lungs. It burned, like a time machine explosion; it burned because she knew he was right.

No one would mourn Clive- most people would celebrate his death actually. It made sense they would, after all the damage he'd done and the lives he'd ruined : the people of London had no reason to care about him. She didn't even care about him. She simply felt... guilty. For causing it all in the first place. She had tried to save him because she wanted to right her wrongs, not his.

No one had actually cared about Clive as a person, she realized, and now no one ever would.

Bill Hawks turned away : his personal guards escorted him into the night, back to his Prime Minister office. He had no time to go back home, after all, he had more work to do.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Healer - Part 2

Ivar x Modern!Reader

(Warnings: I don’t think there are any warnings, but let me know if I’m wrong)

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You couldn’t stop running, not until you were forced to, a branch catching your foot, making you fall and scrape your knee on a sharp rock. You silently sobbed, not because of the pain but because you had no idea where you were, you were alone in a foreign place with foreign people, strange things were happening and it finally broke you. You pulled your knees to your chest as it began to rain, hugging them tightly against you as you sobbed, ignoring the blood that spilled from the cut on your knee, mixing with the rain that ran down your body and soaked you completely. You weren’t sure how long you sat on the forest ground, ignoring the cold rain, but you had stopped crying, blankly staring at the ground in silence as nothing but the sound of rain hitting the ground and surrounding forage filled your ears. You think you heard voices but you didn’t care, you felt alone and tired, you had no one, and the extremely sad part? You didn’t really think anyone back home would miss you. You didn’t have any family left, no real friends, not even at work or in the apartment you lived in, no one would miss you, no one would look for you. The thought caused another wave of fresh tear to form in your eyes, but before they had a chance to fall you heard footsteps, looking up you saw Ubbe and Hvitserk, looking down at you with sympathetic looks.

You let Hvitserk pick you up bridal style and carried you back to Kattegat, the whole way you were quiet, just staring at nothing in particular as they carried you inside the big hall, eyes on you as they placed you in front of the fire, Hvitserk attempted to give you his fur coat but you just brushed it off, staring at the flames with an empty look on your face. You knew they were just trying to help but you didn’t want their help, maybe it was selfish, but you just wanted to be alone. You felt a cough work it’s way up your throat, making you cough into the crook of your elbow as you continued to stare blankly at the flames in front of you. Ubbe next tried to get a fur coat over you but you rejected that as well “leave me alone…” you quietly asked, even though you knew they didn’t understand you. You pulled your knees to your chest again and curled up in a ball, watching the flames as tears silently rolled down your cheeks, your face void of emotion, even as some soup was placed in front of you, probably in an attempt to warm you up, but you were just fine with the flames licking your skin, it’s what should have happened so long ago, right? Why not now? Next Björn entered, whispering something to the others and you felt their eyes on you.

Björn approached and kneeled down in front of you, his eyes soft despite how cold his face seemed. “The seer told me” he said in broken english, making you look at him with a slight frown “he did not… talk much. But talk enough” he said, looking at you with slightly raised brows, as if asking if you could understand him. You gently nodded and Björn did so as well, glancing at the others before looking back at you with a softer expression “you eat, yes? Get strong, learn, speak like us. Then we speak, good?” he asked and for a second you didn’t answer, looking into the flames before hesitantly taking the soup and the spoon that was given to you, hesitantly eating what was served to you, taking tiny slurps from the soup, reluctant but obeying nonetheless. Björn nodded and got up, taking the fur coat you had refused to wear and put it over your shoulders gently, walking out of the hall and leaving you alone with the others.

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Months, it had been months since you had arrived here, and slowly everything was starting to seem more real. You had learnt most of their language by now, their customs, their ideas, it all made you think that these people were actually real life vikings, that you had actually somehow gone back in time. You were standing outside the same tent that made you run away in fear all those months ago, taking a deep breath, glancing nervously at Hvitserk who gave you a reassuring smile before walking away to join his brothers at the hunting cabin, prompting you to enter cautiously, as though the whole place was booby trapped. You couldn’t help but glare at the old man, the Seer, everyone called him, as he sat there, smirking as he heard you enter, or perhaps he knew you would enter long before even you did. “You’re back” he said in his raspy voice, knowing you had learnt their language by now, so he didn’t bother cutting your hand again, thankfully. “I’m just as surprised as you” you mumbled sarcastically, venom dripping from your every word but the man just cackled like last time, prompting you to roll your eyes “how do I get home?” you asked, not wanting to play any games, the man continued to cackle as though your question was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time “you are home, young healer” he cackled and you considered strangling him, but you took an oath to do no harm, so you took a deep breath and calmed yourself “I mean where I came from, I have a work there, an apartment, I have a life that I need to get back to” you tried to make him sympathise with you, a frown on your face as you watched his face fall, smile fade and laughter quiet until there was nothing but the wind outside.

“You think you are missed?” he asked and that caught you off guard, you bit your lower lip and gently shook your head, looking down sadly “I know I’m not… but I have responsibilities, I’m not meant to be here, some mistake has happened” you tried to reason with him but when you looked up he blew something in your face, making you cough as you shut your eyes tightly, coughing as you inhaled it and suddenly you felt your body hit the ground as you continued to cough, you couldn’t even get the words out to ask ‘what have you done to me?’ before you were out like a light, darkness enveloping around you, it felt odd, like you were floating.

You woke up with a gasp, laying on a sofa in the doctor’s lounge, your eyes scanning the room but it was empty, you heard people outside the room, walking by and chatting, a few pages going off here and there as you took your time to ground yourself, your feet carefully hitting the ground as you slowly stood up, cautious of your surroundings as you opened the door and walked out, almost bumping into someone but you moved at the last second. It was like the person didn’t see you, and when you turned to face another, snapping your fingers in front of her, you realised that they actually didn’t see you, a dark feeling settling in your stomach. You frowned and walked the hallways of the hospital, coming upon the same man you had treated, your last patient before you turned up wherever you were now, he was arguing with someone inside and when you walked in you saw none other than Clive, the same co-worker who was all too eager to claim all the credit for your work. You glared at him before listening in on their argument.

You sighed as you realised what Clive was telling Peter, the man who was your patient the day you vanished. He was spouting all this bullshit about how insurance wouldn’t cover his recovery, even though he was brought in on an emergency and you had checked his insurance yourself before he even went into surgery. You wanted to scream at Clive, you wanted to yell at him for being so rude, for lying to a patient and for being so heartless, you wanted to have his medical license taken away and you wanted him to act like the grown man he was supposed to be. But you couldn’t do anything but watch as Clive heartlessly talked to Peter, who couldn’t do anything but take it. You leaned against the wall and felt tears form in your eyes at the frustration you felt, maybe you were dead… maybe you were dead and in some twisted sense of irony you got back home but as a ghost or something, a spirit maybe. Whatever it was, you wanted out of here, you actually began to miss Kattegat, here you felt alone and lonely, you were surrounded by people, none of them saw you, heard you, even felt your presence as you walked through the hospital. You got to the top of the hospital, sitting down on the edge of the roof, eyes straight ahead as you didn’t dare look down, your back slumped as you considered if this was a terrible nightmare or real, either way, you couldn’t die, right? Forcing yourself to look down you saw the streets below, people going on about their day as if you had never even existed to begin with. Suddenly you felt someone beside you, turning your head and seeing the Seer, facing the tall building ahead of the two of you.

“Is it like this, now? No one cares?” you asked quietly and upon receiving no response you felt yourself tear up, all you ever wanted was to make a difference in the world. “You still can” the Seer rasped, making you sigh heavily “how? I-... You won’t even tell me who I’m supposedly here for” you pointed out and he once again chuckled, the sound like a cackling, as always “you will know, when the time is right, daughter of Frigga” he rasped and you rolled your eyes “you’re way too mysterious, you know that? And this ‘Frigga’ is not my mom-uh… mother, I mean…” you added, the Seer once again just cackling “for a woman who knows so much, you see so little. You will know all in due time, young healer, and in due time you will see all” he said and you rolled your eyes again “not helping” you mumbled and once again he cackled, the laughter echoing in your skull, not letting you escape it for a single second.

You woke up, panting and sweating heavily, your cheeks stained with tears that hadn’t stop running, you felt as though your lungs had no room to expand, you were panting and sobbing all together, looking around and seeing it was dark outside, a frown forming on your face, you knew it was at least noon when you went to go see the Seer. You threw off your fur blanket and walked out of your room, still panting for air until you stumbled into the great hall. You didn’t even notice Ivar there, watching the flames until you fell to the ground, clutching at your chest. Ivar crawled to you with a concerned frown “what is wrong?” he asked but you just shook your head, still feeling as if you had no room for air in your lungs yet you so desperately craved it, needed it. You curled up, despite your logical brain telling you that made it worse, but you were panicking, and luckily Ivar picked up on it, brows up in realisation and suddenly you felt one of his hands on your back and the other on your collarbone, forcing you to unfold and straighten your back, air finally being able to fill your lungs. You were still crying when you slumped against Ivar, not thinking straight as you buried your face in his chest. You expected him to push you away, at least not respond to your actions, but what you didn’t expect were hesitant arms wrapped around you, one of his hands gently stroking your hair in a soothing manner as you calmed down.

You stayed like that the whole night, telling Ivar the whole story, expecting him to tell you it was stupid, that you were foolish for believing the Seer or something like that, but you were met with silence, patient silence as he listened to your every word. “I’m scared, Ivar… I think I’m really scared of being alone, of never achieving anything, being forgotten, left behind and unable to help anyone or myself” you whispered and felt him tense at your words, you almost broke away from him when he once again eased into your touch “you are not alone. You have everyone here in Kattegat, you have Helga, I even think Floki likes you, you even have… me… so not to worry, many will remember you” Ivar soothed, letting you see a totally different side of him. Sure, in the months you had been here Ivar had been the one to teach you about their gods, while Ubbe and Hvitserk explained the language and helped you understand it. It had been four months since you arrived and you had grown closer to the youngest of the siblings. You enjoyed his sarcasme and sharp tongue, his wit and his determination, but most importantly, you enjoyed small moments, like this, where you saw what you considered to be the real Ivar.

Before long Ivar began to talk about meeting his father again, which you had apparently missed while passed out from whatever the Seer made you inhale, something Ivar told you he was very upset about, but you could see that he wasn’t. Apparently his father had disappeared years ago, only now popping up and asking people to sail with him, and Ivar had apparently said yes, to go to England with him. You couldn’t help but chuckle “bring back some of their tea, alright?” you joked, Ivar looking at you confused but dismissed it, he, along with everyone else you spent a lot of time with, had gotten used to your odd humour. The next day you watched Ivar proudly as he did his best to walk to the boat, almost helping him up when he fell until Aslaug stopped you and Ubbe, making you step back and watch as Ivar crawled to the boat and into it. You glared at Sigurd as he laughed at Ivar but brought your focus back to him once more, giving him a subtle wave as the boat began to set sail, he didn’t return it but you could see in his eyes that he wanted to.

[alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer]

you're not living in this world alone

i wrote this in one sitting and i'm sorry i don't really know what the point is i was just frustrated lmao, the song title is from "enjoy your life" by marina which is what i'm manifesting for COT. i don't think there are any triggers beyond what you would expect: mentions of bullying and elias' shitty parenting

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“And how would you know where Alastair was yesterday afternoon?” Matthew mused.

Thomas exhaled. The truth was a long time coming. “Because I was with him. Alastair and I are friends.”

“Friends? After everything he’s done? You can forgive him so easily?”

“It’s been years since school, Matthew. He’s grown and changed since then, just as you and I have. I have forgiven him, and I ask that you respect that, even if you choose not to.”

“Respect that? Thomas, how could I-” He moved closer and lowered his voice as if that would effectively prevent Cordelia from hearing him, despite her sitting mere feet away. “I don’t know what he said to you, but you don’t owe him anything just because he helped you with the whole serial killer business. Listen, Thomas, you’re very kind, and Alastair… Well, I know what type of person Alastair is, and he’s the kind that understands well how to take advantage of kindness. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Thomas could see Cordelia straining to stop herself from reacting. “You don’t know anything about him.”

“And you do?”

“I know more than you, continuing to reduce him to the horrible nonsense he said over four years ago.”

Matthew flinched. “Horrible nonsense? That’s what you’d call the things he said about my parents, about your parents, the things that made your mother cry?”

Thomas bit back involuntary tears. He knew how those words had hurt his family. His intention was never to reduce the gravity of them. “Don’t you dare use my own words against me! What about the things you said, Matthew?”

Matthew crossed his arms. “I have not a clue what you’re talking about. Whatever he told you were lies, I’m sure-”

“Did you forget that I was there that day? I’d nearly forgotten because it was so long ago, but I remember. I was trying to help Alastair because he was in a very bad way. Clive had just died. I know that the prank affected you, too, maybe even more so, but Alastair said that the prank wasn’t his idea, and I believe him. Clive was Alastair’s bully long before he was any of ours, and I don’t blame Alastair for fearing his own safety and going along with his stupid, dangerous plan. At the end of the day, it’s just not something you need to blame someone for. Alastair learned his lesson in the worst way possible. Someone died.

“I could tell that the other boys’ parents coming to the school in the aftermath of it all was upsetting him because he knew that Elias would never come to his rescue. You can jest all you’d like, Matthew, about how if he was your son, you wouldn’t care about him either, but it’s never going to be funny.”

A stillness fell on the room, a look of guilt creeping over James’ face, a look of panic having set in on Matthew’s shortly after Thomas began speaking. Cordelia stood up abruptly. “Excuse me?” She turned to Matthew. “Tell me that isn’t true.”

“Never to his face! It was just a joke. I didn’t mean it-”

“Is that supposed to make it better? All those times that you acted as if were some heroic feat for me to love him… Now I’m not sure if they were jokes or if you genuinely believe he’s less deserving of love than you or I. All this time my brother suffered in silence, he shielded me from it all so that I would never have to know what kind of person my father really was, he sacrificed his own well-being for mine, meanwhile… you all were here, making jokes about it.”

Thomas expected Cordelia to be angry, and she was, on some level. Her expression was haunted, however, her eyes holding even more guilt than Matthew’s. He realized, suddenly, what she must be thinking: How dare they discuss in passing something she never realized herself? How could Thomas and his friends see it so clearly when she could not? Thomas wanted to tell her that Alastair didn’t try to hide it from them, not in the way that he hid it from her, that he’s learned from his parents that in many cases you it’s more difficult to see the bad in those you love, your heart always searching for the good, but James began to speak instead.

“Daisy-” James started.

“No,” she interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it. Thomas, finish.”

“I- What?” he stammered, nearly forgetting how the conversation began. His heart was racing; he shouldn’t have said so much, he knew. It would only cause more pain. He simply needed all of this nonsense about Alastair to stop, and he did not know how besides telling the truth.

“What happened that day at the Academy,” she prompted.

“Right. He… he was in a bad way, because of Clive’s death and because of his father. He told me to leave him alone, but I didn’t because I thought that I could help. I… I thought that he shouldn’t be alone. Now I wish that I had gone, because Matthew went looking for me. He found me with Alastair and started insulting him. He made fun of his hair, which I know sounds silly, but it wasn’t, was it? That’s why he changed it,” Thomas realized as he spoke. “So that he would- so he wouldn’t look Persian. Matthew could tell that it bothered him so much, that’s why he continued to say it.”

Thomas sighed as he continued. Alastair should be the one saying all of this, but he would never, nor would Matthew ever hear it. “Matthew asked him if no one cared about him enough to tell him that he looked silly, not his friends or his father. He told him that the prank was entirely his fault, that it was his fault Clive was dead. And then Alastair asked me to leave. I assume that’s when Alastair said the things he did, and I’m assuming that’s where he got the bruise I saw on his face later.”

“And Matthew placed Alastair’s belongings in the wing that Christopher blew up,” James offered.

“Sorry,” Christopher chimed in, though no one was much concerned about him or his actions that day.

“What? Was I meant to not retaliate after he said those things to me?” Matthew’s eyes narrowed at them.

Thomas was exasperated. “Of course that’s not what I’m saying! I’m saying that you need to stop pretending like you haven’t said and done things to Alastair that were just as terrible as what he’s said to you!”

“Are you serious?” Matthew asked. He looked to James for a defense, but none came.

“This entire time you’ve acted as if the whole ordeal was one-sided,” Cordelia said. “Like you were just some child helpless against my brother’s cruel words, but that was never the case, was it?”

Matthew didn’t respond.

“I need some time to think,” she said finally, walking quickly out of the tavern without waiting for a response.

Matthew turned back to Thomas. “Is this how it’s going to be now?”

“What do you mean? Me, not letting you mercilessly take out your own problems on someone who’s been trying to make amends, someone who has been through far enough? I suppose so. It’s up to you, Matthew. As I said before, you don’t need to forgive him, but I have. You are my friend, but so is he. He doesn’t have a problem with that. Do you?”

Matthew finally resigned himself. “No,” he said quietly.

Thomas knew this was only the beginning. Cordelia was almost certainly on her way to confront her brother, and soon this would be an even larger discussion. There were apologies and amends that still needed to be made. Even more, Thomas knew that Matthew’s issues with Alastair ran deeper than his actual dislike for the man, but he knew that allowing him to continue to take his own guilt and self-hatred out on Alastair would only continue to make life more difficult for all of them. Both Alastair and Matthew deserved to be free of it. Once Matthew was free of this nonsense with Alastair, Thomas knew that the real work towards true freedom would begin. And once Alastair was free of it… Thomas could only hope for what would come next.

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[good-beans]

I was looking at fe echoes quotes and long story short I was intrigued by the characters’ selection quotes when they reach half-health. Specifically for the RGB trio, they seem very positive for being at half their health. I ended up writing a super quick scene for Forsyth, Lukas, and Python regarding their middle level quotes, trying to envision a situation/emotion that would cause them to say it.

They’re kinda just hurt and no comfort so uh... have fun...  adshfsakj

There’s mention of violence and blood, but nothing graphic or gory.

Forsyth:

Forsyth sprinted across the open field, his adrenaline driving him forward into the wind. An enemy soldier appeared in his path. Through his helmet, Forsyth could see that his eyes were wild with malice, a cruel smirk hung on his lips. Forsyth had encountered expressions like it many times in the Rigelian army. In each and every instance, it made his blood boil.

How could someone who calls themself a knight look upon others with such heartlessness? How could someone take such pleasure in bloodshed? A knight’s first and foremost responsibility was to protect, not strike down. 

Seeing that face on his enemy added strength to Forsyth’s swing as he brought his lance forward. The other man’s weapon clashed with it in midair. 

This soldier may have been lacking in virtue, but it was clear he lacked nothing in skill. By the time Forsyth finally felled his enemy, his own side and left arm dripped with blood from his wounds. 

The knight began to head towards the rest of the Deliverance, but sucked in a quick breath as his movement agitated the injury. He clutched at his side.

With the thundering of hooves, Clive rode up beside him on his horse.

“Sir Clive! What is it?” He asked eagerly.

The man pointed behind him, “they are in dire need of help by the river.” Over his shoulder, Forsyth could see a dangerous amount of Rigelian archers closing in on the weary Ram villagers by the water. “You’re looking a little worse for wear, but would you be able to aid them?”

Forsyth tested his cut arm with a few flexes. He twisted his torso, biting back the pain. He was a knight, for goodness sake -- he could certainly walk off a few injuries to help those in need.

He gave a shaky smile to the other man. “All right, sure!”

Clive gave only a grateful nod before riding on to get the others. Forsyth headed to the river. His energy picked up again as he felt the wind in his hair and his lance sturdy in his grasp. His doubt melted away as he got caught up in the rush of battle.

Lukas:

With a cry of warning, Lukas tried to protect Forsyth from the cantor’s miasma spell. He was a few steps too late, however, and both were engulfed in the thick purple blast. The pair collapsed in a heap just before Mathilda came to their rescue. After slaying the enemy, her horse went thundering away; there were too many foes for her to check on the fallen knights. 

Lukas hardly saw her go. Dark magic was unpleasant, to say the least. The poisonous spell had torn through his body, filling each sense with searing and stinging pain. It lingered in his lungs and in his limbs. He found himself sucking in sputtering breaths. Every muscle felt sore and weak.

He struggled to his feet, though it felt impossible to take a proper breath. Lukas grit his teeth upon seeing his friend in a similar state. Forsyth had sat up, but was coughing and trembling. Lukas grabbed his lance off the ground. His efforts had done nothing to protect his comrade; in fact, he’d only made the situation worse. 

He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Forsyth…”

“I’m alright!” he wheezed back, clearly far from it. He gave a shaking thumbs-up. “Thank you, friend.”

Lukas’s expression darked further. “I did nothing. Do you need a healer?”

“I… I believe so. I don’t think I can stand at the moment. You should get patched up yourself, too.” His eyes narrowed in concern, but Lukas was too busy scanning the rest of the shrine. He spotted Tobin calling for help across the cavern. As soon as he took a step in that direction, his leg threatened to give out. 

Forsyth grabbed his arm. “What are you doing? You’re in no shape to continue fighting!”

Lukas yanked his arm away. His even voice hardened as he replied, “I can handle it.” 

With his friend protesting through coughs, he charged back into battle.

Python:

There was a loud clatter as Python went tumbling from his horse onto the fortress’s stone ground. He landed on his back, gasping as the wind was knocked out of him. 

“Damn…” he muttered when he finally regained his breath. He figured he’d lie there for a moment to recover, breathe steady, and be sure he didn’t have a concussion or the like. Unfortunately, his enemy returned much quicker than anticipated. The soldier appeared above him, having dismounted his own horse, and brandished the lance he’d just used to force python to the ground.

Eyes widening, Python rolled out of the way just as the blade came down. He scrambled to his feet. Narrowly dodging another strike, he unsheathed the dagger from his thigh. 

“That’s how you wanna play, huh?” he said, stepping back. Although his training had heavily focused on the bow, he was decent enough with the small blade to get in close and get his enemy to the ground. Before he could even celebrate his victory, the soldier he’d pinned down gave a grim smile. The archer was thrown to the side by a powerful blow with a shield. 

This attack was almost worse than being thrown off his horse. The metal had connected with his arm, sending pain shooting through his shoulders and neck. He landed on the rough brick headfirst, earning a gash to the forehead. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Python still didn’t understand why the Rigelians enjoyed ganging up on him more than the others. He was constantly finding himself outnumbered or surrounded, and he was sick of it. He thought wistfully of the nap he had planned for today, wishing for the hundredth time he was there instead of fighting two trained knights with a small dagger. 

To his great relief, Alm and Clair came charging onto the battlement. The two were able to easily dispose of the soldiers while Python ran to grab his weapon. It was perfect: the two of them had everything under control here, so he could run over to Silque, get that stinging cut healed up real nice, maybe hang back with her until the rest of the battle wrapped up…

“Oh, Python! Glad we could make it in time!”

“Heh, me too!”

“Listen, there’s still a lot of trouble down below. There’s too many witches for them to handle on their own, so we’ll need your bow to take care of them. Follow me!”

The man’s face fell into a pout. He stretched his sore shoulders. With a heavy sigh, he responded. “Aye, cap’n.” He reluctantly mounted his horse, and thought once more of how much he missed his bed...

[xlucian-hell-cat90x]

Whiterun

Kisara gasps as Ren and Lucien lead her through the gates into the bustling city of Whiterun. She stops at the little bridge and pulls the hood closer to her face, watching all the people go about their day in the walls of the city. The guards patrol the city as the children run past them playing and laughing.

She smiles softly at the sight before her. "Never been in a city before?" Ren asks softly, breaking her trance. "No. I live in the woods." She sighs, feeling a little overwhelmed and homesick. "Come on let's head toward Jorvaskr. I'm sure we can get some answers from my friends there." Ren says, walking ahead of her and Lucien.

Kisara stops at the giant tree in the middle of the Wind Distract. She stares at the tree. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Lucien asks, quietly, standing beside her. "Yes. She is." Kisara says, walking over to the tree. She lays a gentle hand on the tree.

She feels a rush of wind around her as she hears the whispering of the wind through the branches of the trees. She smiles softly as she hears Kyne's peaceful song. Ren turns around at the bottom of the stairs at Jorvaskr when he realizes there is no one behind him.

He stares in amazement as the wind picks up around Kisara. He hears footsteps and looks at the top of the stairs to see a familiar small female much like Kisara appear from Jorvaskr. "Ah, Ren. Good to see you again." She smiles. "You as well, Luna." He smiles, then frowns when he sees Bear behind her. "See you still got that big ogre following you." He teases.

She joins him at the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah. He's the best companion a woman like me could ask for. When he's not being over protective." Luna smiles. Bear just growls in response. Lucien and Kisara make their to Ren's side.

"I see you still got Lucien with you. Who's this?" Luna asks, intrigued. Kisara hides behind Ren. Lucien places a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. They are friends of ours." He assures her. "This is Kisara. We are on our way to see Euroland about getting her some armor. Then later placing an order with Ysolda to get her some clothes that better fit her." Ren explains rather emotionless.

Luna looks him over. "You look exhausted, Ren. When's the last time you've rested?" She asks, worried. "A couple of days ago. Joys of being a hero. You never get to rest." He smiles. "Well, I have some armor and clothes she can have. So if you wanna go put her an order for weapons, I can take care of the rest. Bear, go get my satchel from my horse and meet me at The Bannered Mare." Luna demands in an authoritative tone. He nods and walks off toward the gate.

She walks around Ren and takes a closer look at the woman. Removing the hood, she gasps. "Your eyes looks like Ren's but your hair is beautiful. I love the fiery red." She gushes. She grabs Kisara's hand pulls her away from Ren and smiles happily. She moves her hair.

"You're a halfling too." She says. Kisara just nods, unsure what to think of the woman in front of her. "Are you two brother and sister?" She spews out. "I don't think so?" Kisara says, sounding confused. "That's part of the reason why I'm back in Whiterun. I need to speak Rayne." Ren explains.

"She's not here. She left earlier to investigate the an abandon prison. Something about a man being held captive by the Thalmor." Luna explains. Ren groans and rubs his face under the hood. "Great. We'll are going to need a place to stay." He grumbles. Luna smiles. "Come on. I have a place outside the city, near Loreius farm. You can rest there." Luna smiles, pulling Kisara down the stairs. "I'll meet you at the stables." Ren says. Luna just waves.

He walks up the stairs. He sees Farkas and Vilkas training outside. "Vilkas, can you give Rayne a message for me?" Ren asks, looking at the twins. "I suppose." He says. Lucien pulls a quill and parchment from his bag, handing it to Ren. Ren writes a quick letter briefly explaining the last two days.

He hands it to Vilkas. "Tell her to meet us at the manor near Loreius farm." He says, handing Vilkas the letter. "I will. Anything else?" He asks, in his usual hateful tone. Ren pulls a sack of gold and hands it to him. "Have someone deliver the some weapons there too." He says, walking toward the stairs leading to Euroland's forge.

After placing an order for a bow, two daggers and three big orders of arrows. He paid Euroland well for all of it. Meeting Luna and Kisara at the stables, he got on his horse as Lucien summoned Clive. Luna gets on a solid white horse as Bear gets on a dark brown on. Kisara smiles softly.

Kisara whistles loudly and a black deer runs through the grass and stops her side. She smiles softly as the deer lays his head on her shoulder. "Oh, Auri. I've missed you too." She smiles as she pets him. He licks the side of her face. "We've got to go." She whispers. Auri kneels down and Kisara gets on his back.

"A fucking deer?" Bear says for the first time. "Ren, what is she? The only people that ride deer and elk are Forsworn. Please tell me she's not a a Forsworn." Luna says, worried. "Can we talk about this when we get to the manor?" Ren asks. "I suppose. Let's go." Luna says, taking off. Everyone follows her.

Arriving at the manor, everyone dismounted their steeds and Luna led them around the side of the home to an area where they could sit and talk. Luna leads Kisara in the house as everyone else takes seats around a fire pit.

Luna returns moments later. She sits down on the cushions below Bear. "So explain, Ren." She demands in a serious tone. He sighs as he removes the hood and lets his hair fall loosely around his shoulders. He begins explaining the last two days, leaving out the part where Kisara might be a Dragonborn too.

Luna just nods taking everything in. She remains silent for a moment, processing every little detail. She knew that Ren was Dragonborn. She knew the moment she helped with the Nordic ruin outside Morthal. "So she is Forsworn? Why isn't she wearing the armor?" Bear asks, curiously.

Ren goes to open his mouth to respond but falls silent when she steps out of the house. "Because I was forced to leave my tribe." Kisara says sadly, looking at the ground as she plays with the fabric of the dress.

Lucien blushes taking in her beauty, as she takes a seat between him and Ren. He places a gentle hand on hers. "Why were you kicked from the tribe?" Luna asks. "Because a dragon attacked. When we killed it, I absorbed its power." She explained. Luna's eyes widened. "Wait. What? I thought there was only one Dragonborn. How can she absorb it's power too?" Bear asked confused.

"What's a Dragonborn?" Kisara asked, confused as Bear. She looks between Lucien and Ren for answers. "I am a Dragonborn. By slaying dragons. I can absorb their soul and use it to learn shouts or words of power." Ren explains. "So that means I'm a Dragonborn too? So I'm not cursed." Kisara sighs.

"No. Just means that you will fight dragons and protect people. Also means that we will have to visit the Greybeards too." Lucien says, thoughtfully. Ren nods in agreement. "But that will have to wait a few days." A familiar voice says from the side of the house. Everyone looks that way as a tall, curvy woman appears.

The silver haired woman stood before them with a man with a tattoo over his right eye. "Good to see you, Ren, Luna and Lucien." She smiles. "You as well, Rayne." Ren stands and goes and hugs the woman. She was a couple inches shorter than him.

The man behind her growled. "Easy there, big guy. This is my nephew. Ren, this is Kaidan. Kaidan, this is Ren, Lucien, Luna, and Bear. I don't know the small elven woman. But she looks like Zevran and Kira, so I'm assuming that's their daughter." She smile, as she walks over and looks closely at the woman.

"What?" Ren says, shocked. "So my mother actually was Kira?" Kisara asked confused. "Yes, your father was the famous thief/assassin, Zevran. Ren, your parents were never killed by the Thalmor. Your father and your mother separated after you were born. Realizing that their children were twin halflings meant for something great. They decided to keep you two apart so the Thalmor wouldn't try to kill you. Zevran meet another woman in the Imperial City, who was related to your best friend there. They fell in love.

"Kisara, your mother returned to her tribe where she raised you. They did this to you all safe. Ren, does she know your real name?" Rayne asks. He shakes his head no. "Well, you should tell her. Also, your father is alive. He is currently in Riften. Kisara, dear, I'm gonna call you Kia for short. Your mother is safe. She left the tribe and joined Cael's tribe. I know you remember him." Rayne explains.

"How do you know all this?" Lucien asks. "As the head of my family and being the Harbinger. I have to know this stuff." She says, in confident tone. "What happened to Kodlak?" Luna asks. That was her uncle after all. "He was killed by the Silverhand." Rayne admits sadly. She hugs Luna. "I'm sorry, dear." She says. "It's alright. I'll have to write mother and inform her." Luna says, softly. "I already wrote her and told her everything." Rayne states.

Luna just looks at the older Nord woman. "Thank you." She smiles weakly. "You are welcome. Kodlak would not want you to be bad. He would want you to celebrate." Rayne smiles softly at the small Imperial woman. "Kaidan, how would you like to celebrate a death and the reunion of lost siblings?" She asks the man, that stood at her side in silence.

"I could go for a drink or two." He says. The group traveled back to Whiterun in the company of Rayne and her new companion, Kaidan, who didn't really talk much. Upon returning to Whiterun that night, Rayne informed the Companions that would have the next couple of days off in celebration of a reunion siblings.

[leonthecardboardunicorn]

The Ruined King, chapter 2

Previous: Chapter one

Pairing: Felix x Liz

Summary: Hawkeye is once again moving through Gedonelune, and it looks like their aim is on the heart of the Dragonkin Ruins. It looks like we’ll need the help of the three Reciters to solve this mystery!

"That was her," I said. "I'm sure of it, I recognize that necklace."

"I was afraid of that," Randolph said with a sigh. "She is one of the culprits I've been chasing after, but I lost track of her."

"Then.. you're saying that she was a member of Hawkeye?"

"Yes." He sighed. "I thought I would be able to pursue these on my own, but it appears that we have no choice. They have become a threat even here." He faced us. "I'd like to ask for your help in this case."

The others smiled. "Of course!"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"We'll do our best to help you," I said. "Just tell us what we can do to help."

He relaxed, smiling. "I'm grateful for your help." He took out a folder from his bag, laying it on his desk. "I've been collecting all of the information I could find on Hawkeye here. Everything you need to know is in here."

I could feel hesitant glances from the others. I stepped up to the desk, opening the folder. My heart was in my throat as I flipped through the pages. 'I had no idea there were so many people in Hawkeye.'

"The woman who attacked you was Cordelia Robinson," he said. "Five years ago, she and Drago were students here at the academy. She was an excellent student who excelled in magic, but.. she was found by one of the leaders of Hawkeye; together, she and Drago stole the Fairy's Egg and ran away from the school."

The others came over, flicking through the binder in silence. Even from a glance, I could tell there was quite a bit of information.

'I can't imagine how hard it must have been to find all of this,' I thought.

"Sir, do you have any idea what they're after?" Alfonse asked.

"Do you think they could be trying to revive the Golem again?" Elias asked.

"I don't think they'd try that one again. But if they're coming here..” A strange expression crossed his face. “I have reason to believe that they may be looking at the ruins under and around the academy."

"Are you talking about the Dragonkin Ruins?"

That's right. He had told us before; Hawkeye was made up of the surviving members of the Dragonkin. That had been even before Willem had come to the school, when the Dragonkin had seemed like the stuff of legends.

Then.. who better to ask than a Dragonkin?

"Sir, I think I know some one who could help us," I said. "Actually, I know three of them. Would it be all right if I shared this information with them?"

"Who are you talking about?" Randolph asked gently.

How should I explain this? "The three Dragonkin Reciters," I said. "They've recently been reunited and have been living in our village. I know that.. there have been problems with them," I winced, "but I believe they could help us."

"The Reciters.. I've heard about them. I remember one of them was the one who took my place."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you trust them?" I nodded. "Very well then. If you think they can help us, be my guest."

"Hawkeye?"

A few hours later, I was seated at Willem's kitchen table with him and Lacan; Randolph's binder was laid out before us.

"Yes, we thought that they might be after the Dragonkin Ruins. Do you think you could tell us anything more about them?"

"This is ridiculous." Felix was pacing through Willem's kitchen. "A golem? We would never have built such a thing. A Dragonkin would never have such a desire for violence."

"You did?"

He stopped. A strange expression flickered across his face. "..I know what I've built. What we've built. And I know that Golem wasn't it," he said firmly. "Besides, the three of us were the only survivors of the Dragonkin war."

"He's right," Willem said. "I searched the world for traces of any survivors as soon as I got out. If there had been any, I would have known about them by now."

I thought it had sounded fishy. "Do you think they could have been faking it? Using the name of the Dragonkin to cause a fuss?"

"That seems the most likely case. However, it does seem likely that they have interest in our ruins," Willem said "In that case, I can be your guide."

"I'm going with you too," Felix said, facing us.

"You are?"

"If they're using our name, it's our business," he said. "And if they are a threat, you'll need our power to take them out." There was a darkness to his voice that sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of how he was before.

'But we might need that power to stop Hawkeye.'

"I'll go too!" Lacan said cheerily. "It's been so long since the three of us have been on an adventure together; it'll be just like the old days!"

Willem gave him a gentle smile. "If they're on campus, then I imagine the first ruins they'll be going after will be the ones under the school," he said.

"Then I'll ask Headmaster Schuyler for permission to allow Felix and Lacan into the school," I said. "We can go exploring them tomorrow after classes."

Going on an adventure with the three reciters.. This was sure to be an interesting adventure, that was for sure.

I met them bright and early the next morning; the three Reciters were sitting outside of Willem's house.

"So, Headmaster Schuyler said that you two would be allowed to go on campus," that had been a hard sell, "but you will need to be accompanying me or Willem while you're there. The others have agreed to meet us after class."

"I'd like to speak to Randolph until then," Willem said. "Perhaps we can figure out where Hawkeye is most likely to go."

"Then would it be all right if I go with you, Liz?" Lacan asked with a sweet smile. "Willem's been telling me about the campus, and I'd love to see it for myself."

"Huh? Sure, I guess." It might be fun to show Lacan around the campus.

"Then in that case, I'd like to accompany you as well," Felix said. "Besides, there's no telling if that woman will try and come for you again."

That was a bit of a surprise, but.. "All right, that's fine with me."

As we walked through the campus, Lacan had been full of questions, asking about every little place we stopped by.

'He almost reminds me of when I first came to Gedonelune,' I thought wistfully. 'Everything is so new to him.'

Soon, the four of us settled into the classroom. "I'll be teaching the Night Class for today,” I said, setting down my stuff.

"I thought the Night Class was taught underground?" Felix asked, tilting his head.

"They do for the practical lessons, but this is a more general class."

"How do you know that, Felix?" Lacan asked.

"Because I actually listen when Willem's talking about the academy, instead of falling asleep," Felix said with a sigh.

"I try to! I just always get so drowsy.."

"You nap too much."

"When was the last time you had a good night's rest?” Lacan said with a laugh. Maybe you wouldn't be so cranky." Despite their words, their voices carried no real bite, as though they'd had this argument a thousand times before.

"Felix, you might find it interesting. The Night Class uses dark magic; it's not that different from your magic, I don't think."

The students started to trickle into the classroom, so I turned back to them. "You two can wait in the back with Shu."

"All right. Come along, Shu." Lacan gathered Shu in his arms, walking to the back of the classroom. And even as Felix walked back, I could see his eyes on the students, as though he was wondering who it was.

Occasionally, as I lectured, I glanced back at the two. Lacan sat, Shu in his lap, in rapt attention. Felix may not have been paying quite as much attention, but I still felt his focus on me, especially as the lesson went on.

Finally, the lesson came to an end, and Clive approached me. “Do you need something, Clive?”

“I'm sorry about this, but the Nidhogg wanted to see Felix again."

"That's all right. I think we have some time before the others show up."  In a puff of white smoke, the Nidhogg appeared, grinning wildly. Felix grinned as he walked over; the Nidhogg practically flew into his arms.

"It's so good to see you again! How are you finding living with the humans?"

"Well, I.."

"Is this the Nidhogg?" Lacan said brightly as he walked over, carrying Shu in his arms. "Felix has told me so much about you."

"Who's this?"

"This is my dear friend, Lacan," Felix said with that sweet smile. It reminded me of the smile I'd seen when he was around Shu, like all of the pain and anger had melted away.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched the two of them, happily chatting. "It's hard to believe that's the guy who tried to destroy the world," Clive said idly. "The Nidhogg seems like a little kid around him."

"I wonder what it must have been like when they first met," I said without thinking.

"Oh, that's a great story," Lacan said. "I still remember, he scared the crap out of-"

"Oh, there you are." I heard a knock on the door. Willem entered, shortly followed by the others. Even Hugo had agreed to accompany us. "I hate to break this up, but everyone's ready to go."

"We'll have to talk some more later," Felix said.

"I want to hear all about your new life! You can always come bug me!" the Nidhogg said.

"We should get going too," Clive said, pulling him along.

"After talking with Randolph, I think I've figured out where they're likely to go next.”

"It's nice to have people who know the way to get into these ruins," Caesar said.

"Trust me, I know these ruins like the back of my hand," Willem said with a laugh. "I was searching through them when I.. Well, nevermind."

"Is that what you were doing as a Headmaster?"

"Hmm, you were the Headmaster?" Lacan asked. "That must have been fun."

I couldn't help but laugh as I heard the two of them, but then I felt someone fall in step next to me. I looked up to see Felix at my side.

"You.." His expression went blank again. "You should stay close to me."

"Hmm?"

"That woman was after you," he said. "If she is here in the ruins, it's likely she'll try her luck again."

"But won't she come after Elias too?" I asked.

"Just.. stay close to me."

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Nidhogg: It's so nice to see Felix again. I hope we get a little more time together.

Clive: That must have been nice.

Nidhogg: I wonder what he'd say if he knew I tried to destroy the world.

Clive: Well, he did too. At least, that's what they tell me.

Nidhogg: What? Well, it must have been a shock that I was reduced to this, albeit adorable, form..

Clive: Didn't he get turned into a plushie or something too?

Nidhogg: What? Well, it's a wonder that he's dateable and I'm not!

Clive: Next time.. ‘Into the Ruins’

[jacksonroseroth]

Lights, Camera, Action

Warnings: None

Words: 2,109

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

~

Rose’s POV:

It was the first day to the start of my time on Vikings and I was still in awe that I’d gotten the part, minor as it was, at least for now, but still. The flight was long and I couldn’t seem to find sleep, which only made things worse when I touched down in Dublin and got to the hotel. Thank God, I had the presence of mind to set an alarm and my ringer on loud, otherwise, my heavy sleeping ass would have slept through any and all vibrations. I got my script and leafed through it, my nerves buzzing and my hands shaking in anxiousness. I had my first table read in the morning and I was going out of my mind.

My role was Ivar’s slave girl, his personal and favorite slave girl, and that in and of itself was enough to make me nervous. While they told me my role would be minimal at first, it was still nerve-wracking to even think that this was happening. I had already run into Georgia and she was just the absolute sweetest thing, it actually put me a little bit at ease about everything; I cannot stress little enough. I was still petrified about meeting the boys, Gustaf and Katheryn; Everyone. Georgia told me not to worry and that everyone was super nice and it wouldn’t be any problem, but that didn't stop me from freaking out.

I had gotten to the table read first, the overachiever that I am, and one of the PA’s brought me to the room and showed me my seat. I sighed and held my head in my hands for a good few minutes before going over my lines a few times, though there weren’t a lot, at least not for this episode. Then I pulled out my phone and played a few games before screwing around on Facebook and the like, watching a few videos and dying of laughter. I heard the door open and I jumped, dropping my phone as the video kept playing.

“Jesus Christ…” I muttered, ducking under the table to grab it.

“Huh, I thought I heard someone in here already.” I froze. It wasn’t Alex’s voice, but I knew it was Marco and I fucking prayed Alex wasn’t with him. Slowly, I popped back up from under the table and flashed them a cheesy smile.

“Uh, hi,” I said, pulling myself up to stand. Of course, if there was a God, he hated me in this moment, because Alex stood next to Marco and they both chuckled. “Hi. Sorry, I, uh, dropped my phone.”

I gave my phone a little wave before shoving it in my back pocket as they approached. Alex looked at my nameplate that sat on the edge of the table and he smiled.

“Oh, you’re the new slave girl. Saxa. Hey, I’m Alex.” He said. As he held out his hand and smiled at me, I could practically feel my knees turning to mush. I bit my lip and smiled, taking his hand.

“Hi. Yeah, I’m, uh, your slave-Ivar’s slave girl. Yeah.” Bitch...Get. It. Together. I thought. Alex chuckled as Marco stepped forward, giving me a warm smile and holding out his hand as well.

“Hey. I’m Marco.” He said, shaking my hand.

“Hey.” I shifted awkwardly. Alex was the last person I wanted to meet first, and the both of them together just made it that much more tense, at least for me. The boys must have noticed how awkward I was feeling, because they both pulled an amused look and glanced at each other, chuckling softly. I gave a stuttered laugh and sighed, rubbing my fingers over my forehead, briefly. “Sorry. I’m like...Really, really socially awkward meeting new people sometimes.”

“It’s all good. Is this your first acting role?” Alex asked, rounding the table to sit next to me. I sat back and nodded.

“Yeah. I’m...Completely flabbergasted that I even got the part, if I’m honest.” I said with a small giggle. Alex chuckled and shrugged.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. I mean, they wouldn’t have given you the part if you weren’t a good fit.” Alex said. I glanced at him and smiled, nodding as I said, softly, “Yeah, I guess.”

Alex chuckled and started up a conversation with Marco, who jumped up onto the table in front of us to sit. I sat back and chewed my lip before pulling out my phone and texting my best friend Tephi, with an overdramatic SOS. I locked my phone and set it on the table as I listened to their conversation. I interjected a few times before my phone went off as LaLa by Wiinston played. I turned beet red and scrambled to shut it off, forgetting that I had put my ringer on to watch a few stories on Snapchat. Alex’s head whipped over as I unlocked my phone and sighed. He chuckled and said, “Was that what I think it was?”

I looked at him and nodded, giving an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah. Uh, I saw you Instagram the song and stuff so I listened to it and...I’m kind of in love with it?” I said. Alex chuckled.

“You saw the music video?” He asked. I nodded.

“Of course,” I said in a teasing sarcastic tone, ending it with a soft giggle. Alex smirked and looked at Marco, who chuckled and gave a shrug as Alex looked at him. Alex looked back at me and said, “So, you’re clearly a fan of mine as well as the show?”

I tried to keep my smile from spreading, but he had me caught! What was I supposed to do?! I couldn’t lie! Not when the man I had been saying for at least 3 years that I wanted to marry and have his kids, was asking me to my face. I gave a heavy sigh and nodded.

“Yes. I’m...Not going to lie-Mainly because I would utterly fail at it…” I said. Alex laughed and leaned closer, pulling me into a hug. When he touched me, I swear to God, I felt my soul leave my body. I rested my hands on the arm that crossed in front of me, knowing I had to be as red as fucking ketchup right now. Alex leaned back and chuckled. His laugh was so amazing, I couldn’t help but laugh as I said, “I can’t help it! You’re actually one of the best actors I’ve seen, and that’s just from a few things. I think you’re really talented, okay?”

I crossed my arms and sunk down in my seat, practically willing myself to blend in with it and disappear. Alex chuckled and said, “Well, thanks. I’m glad you like what I do.”

I began to chew on my nail as I looked up at him, cracking a small smile.

“Alex, what are you and Marco doing to the poor girl?” We all turned as Georgia walked in with Katheryn and Alexander. Alex snickered and said, “Nothing, I swear. We’re just talking.”

Alex sat back and held up his hands in innocence as he kept chuckling. Georgia gave them both a look before smiling at me as she came over.

“Rose, right?” She chirped, coming to my chair and tugging me to stand. I smiled and looked at Katheryn and Alexander. “This is Katheryn and Alexander. Guys, this is Rose.”

I gave a small wave and said, “Hi.”

Katheryn smiled and pulled me into a hug across the table, giving my cheek a quick kiss. “Hi, love. I hope these two idiots haven’t scared you out of this.” She teased. I giggled and shook my head.

“No. I was already petrified before I even got here.” I said. Everyone laughed, even though I was utterly and completely serious, but I let it slide. Alexander stepped forward and smiled as he shook my hand.

“You don’t need to be scared. We work through everything. If you ever need help with anything, just ask one of us.” He said. My nerves had started to settle, for now, being thrown into meeting everyone: The biggest was meeting Alex and that shit got done and out of the way real quick. Slowly, the rest of the cast trickled in; Jordan, Gustaf and Clive, Peter and Jasper, a few others I wasn’t sure who they played; Some of the cast looking completely different out of costume. Soon enough, the writers, directors, all the big names walked in and everyone sat down. I chewed my lip and picked at my script, tearing off the perforated edges and messing with them as everyone listened to Michael Hirst as he spoke. Alex glanced over at me and chuckled, shifting to cover my hands with his and looked at me. I was zoned in on Michael and the others as they spoke, so I jumped a little when I felt him touch me. I looked at him and blushed as I gave a soft smile. Alex chuckled.

“Don’t be nervous. Just watch what we do.” He said softly. I nodded and slid my nails over his fingers, briefly; Until I realized what I was doing and quickly pulled my hands away, shoving them into my lap. Alex snickered and looked back up at Michael. It was a little while longer before everyone opened their scripts and found their starting places, mine being ridiculously simple and short for me to be so nervous. It was about 25 minutes before they got to my scene, my character still not entering until after a few lines from Alex and Marco. I was completely fascinated by everything, I almost missed my cue.

“...Ah. Saxa.” Alex said, beside me. I jumped, hearing my character’s name and still lost in wonder. I quickly scanned the page, finding I was several pages behind, then quickly looked for it. Georgia, next to me, gave a small giggle and touched my arm. Alex watched me and smirked.

“Sorry…” I said, with a little more hushed, “Oh, fuck…”

A chuckle rippled through the room. I sighed and found my page.

“Um…” I cleared my throat and said, “My Prince. Was there anything you needed?”

I had to have been beet fucking red. My embarrassments always clung to me like a koala bear, and this wasn’t as fun and as cuddly as a real koala would be. It would eventually melt away and I’d get over it, but they happen and I just learned to handle them better. From the production table, someone read the action block.

“Ivar smirks and looks Saxa over before turning to Hvitserk.” He said.

“You see, brother?” Alex read. “Obedient, prompt. More than ready and willing to do my bidding. Isn’t that right, Saxa?”

“Saxa glances between Ivar and Hvitserk.” The man read.

“Yes, my Prince. Of course.” I read. After having heard more of Alex’s natural accent in person and then listening to how he reads Ivar’s lines, it was weirdly very fascinating to me. It was the same for everyone else, really, and I slowly started to form my own accent in my mind to use on set during filming.

“Saxa gives Ivar a smile before he holds out a hand to her, beckoning her to him. Saxa steps toward him and Ivar slides a hand over her hip.” Out of fucking nowhere, Alex slides a hand over my back, obviously pretending it was my hip, but that didn't make me any less prepared for the gesture. I gave a squeak, but I clamped a hand over my mouth, biting my finger and letting Alex say his line, though he was chuckling as he cast me a glance as he smirked.

“And this is why you are my favorite slave, Saxa.” Alex chuckled. He cleared his throat and said, “Bring us some more ale.”

I managed to remove my teeth from my skin and pull my hand away from my mouth to say, “Yes, my Prince. Excuse me.”

They moved on and I covered my face before collapsing over my script, struggling with the urge to groan in embarrassment and frustration. Alex chuckled and rubbed my back a little before pulling his hand away. Georgia giggled and helped me sit back, looping her arm with mine and leaning against me.

“Don’t worry, it’s just the first read.” She whispered. I smiled and nodded.

“I know. I’m just...like really, really nervous and I don’t know why. I have like 4 lines!” I whispered back. Georgia giggled and gave me a small squeeze as the rest of the read continued.

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Relationships

Ok so I decided to make a post for the main relationships in this blog. If I forgot someone, just let me know! I’m not gonna add the AUs here because it would made things even more messy than they already are adskjdkj

Yomiel (Shades)

Jowd | fourminutesbefore (Friend)

“I guess I can consider Jowd my friend, despite all the shit I did to him. He forgave me and we both are trying to deal with the awful memories from that terrible timeline. I owe him a lot. I feel like I’ll forever owe him for everything I did. He says he forgives me, but I don’t feel like this is enough. I think my debt to him will never be completely paid, but I’m trying my best.”

Cat!Sissel | catofkismet/phantompets (Best Friend)

“My best friend in the entire world is a cat. Call me crazy, but that’s the truth. He’s the only one I can talk to about my traumas from the past timeline and he’s been helping me a lot.”

Missile | fourminutesbefore/phantompets/ghostlymissile (Friend)

“I’m not a dog person and honestly, dogs makes me feel nervous, but this particular one? I like him. He helped Sissel to avert my fate, so I owe him my life too.”

Apollo Justice | taiyodoroki (Friend)

“Apollo is really nice and we have a lot in common. First, he appreciates red. Got my respect. He also loves cats and is a nerd so thumbs up. He is also very nice to me.”

Apollo Justice | aptlyattorney (Friend)

A lawyer I met when I was talking about cats. I ended up telling him about my secret because he seemed to know I was lying. Must be a lawyer thing I guess, since it’s part of their profession to detect when someone is lying or hiding facts. He seems nice and has a good taste for suits.

Koven | spiritkat (Friend)

“I’ve met this kitten accidentally and I already love him. He reminds me a lot of Sissel and he’s also willing to help me. I can’t have enough kitty friends, the more the better!”

Kamila | fourminutesbefore (Unofficial niece figure)

“Kamila…. What do I have to say about this poor girl whose life I tormented so much in a past timeline? I feel terrible for what I did to her. I’m trying to atone for everything I did to her. She seems to like me, I guess. Guess I’m an awkward uncle figure to her, apparently.”

Selena Dean | hackerdean (Pupil/Unofficial niece figure)

“Met this girl one day in a coffee shop while waiting for a client to show up. She seems to be into programming too and likes cats. We have a very nice chat. She seems to look up to me as a mentor. Guess I got another awkward niece figure.”

Connor | bambino-muses (Friend)

“This is the Android that was sent by CyberLife to work with the detectives in the PD. Really innocent. Sissel is very fond of him and I like him too. I’m really curious to study about his programming.”

Cabanela | nooothinglikeme (Grudge)

“Ah, the inspector… He still annoys me a lot. I haven’t forgiven him, but Sissel says I should try to forgive him and move on. And even though I know she’s right… I don’t know if I’m ready yet. The inspector should also forgive me, this go both ways. I dunno how the fuck he found out about the timelines, but it seems it has something to do with the multiverses I recently found out were real.”

Kaname Date/Saito Sejima | psyncin-in-the-restrain (Awkward Friend)

“Met this guy while walking on the streets once. Seems to be a new detective in the precint, working with the local detectives. Said he came from Japan and seems to be working on a big case. He’s a bit of a werid guy and I had a weird feeling about him. Maybe it’s me being paranoid or just my trust issues alerting me to be careful, but I’m definitely curious about him. I guess I can consider him a friend now. He’s nice towards me and Sissel and he respects our relationship, so I guess I can trust him.”

Manipulator Yomiel (Shard)

Seluna | garounthropy/silenthcwl (Close Friend/Crush)

“We started out in a bad mood, but then we turned out to be friends. She reached a hand out to me when no else would. She’s… been doing a lot for me. More than anyone else ever did. I guess I am developing feelings for her, but I think it’s just my grief that’s making me project Sissel on her… I’m still confused about my feelings for her, but I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

Cat!Sissel | catofkismet /phamtompets (Best Friend)

“My best friend. He’s been beside me for years and has been my only companion and the only one I could talk to. Too bad cats can’t talk. I love him so much…”

Apollo Justice | taiyodoroki (Friend)

“I like this kid. I’ve been trying to teach him how to shoot people. He’s shot that inspector twice. I’m proud of him.”

Jowd | fourminutesbefore (Enemy/Victim)

“Ah, Jowd, I hope you’re enjoying your spot in your prison cell. I make sure to visit you everyday to see if you’re suffering properly. I’ll make sure you pay for what you did to me.”

Cabanela | nooothinglikeme (Enemy/Victim)

“This bastard inspector always like to get in the way of my plans. I killed him once and I’d kill him as many times as needed.”

Alfendi Layton | twiceminded (Victim)

“This one’s an interesting case. He’s intriguing. He reminds me ot that bastard inspector in white, and he’s also a man of the law so another reason for me to dislike him. Right now, I’m just toying with him, seeing how far I can push him…”

Bluemiel | fourminutesbefore (Enemy/Victim)

“This one’s a shameful alternate. I can’t even consider him an alternate. How can he not feel the need for vengeance for the people who destroyed our lives? He’s weak. He’s pathetic. And I hate him.”

Sissel

Alma | celebratorysoul (Close Friend)

“Alma’s the adorable wife of Detective Jowd. We have much in common and lots of interesting stuff to talk about. She’s helped me distract myself and feel better when that terrible incident at the park happened.”

Larry | itsgottabethebutz (Friend)

“We met once in a very hot day and we drank a limonade together. Despite initially flirting with me, he quickly understood I’m engaged and he’s really nice towards me! We’re both artists and I love it! Larry is a very fun guy to be around and very respectful too. I really want him and Yomiel to be friends too. Yomiel needs more friends in his life to distract himself.”

Kaname Date/Saito Sejima | psyncin-in-the-restrain (Friend)

“A very nice guy I met in a Market Fair! He also is an awkward friend of Yomiel’s. I guess an awkward friend is better than nothing! He’s a really nice guy and I really want to get to know him better. I really hope Yomiel can get along with him. Saito seems so lonely and he could use a friend, same to Yomiel. Just hope Yomiel stops with his silly jealousness towards him.

Teenmiel

Clive Dove | clivedoveplblog (Second Best Friend/Classmates)

“Clive is my other friend besides Sissel. It’s weird how we came to be friends, but I like him. He loves to tease me, but since it’s in a friendly way and not in a mean way like the bullies, I don’t really mind it. He’s a bit mysterious sometimes, but he’s fun to be around.”

TeenSissel

Clive Dove | clivedoveplblog (Friend/Classmates)

“Clive is Yomiel’s friend, so he’s my friend too. He spends more time with Yomiel, but we also do some shenanigans together.”

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Anathema - Chapter Three

Rating: T+ for swear words, and suggestive situations.

Pairing: NaLu

Story summary:  As the daughter of a devout martial artist, Lucy Heartfilia works hard to become strong enough to carry on the name of the Heartfilia dojo. Things become… complicated when a certain pink haired tornado blows into her home and completely turns her life upside down.

A/N: Here we are, a day early! Because I got 10 reviews on the last chapter~ The next chapter will be out next Tuesday <3

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Current chapter

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As Lucy had suspected, the Clive’s visit would last much longer than just a few days. In fact, both Jude and Gildarts  had decided that the wedding would certainly happen. Neither one of them seeming to care much at all about how Natsu or Lucy felt on the matter.

Lucy would be lying if she said that she was surprised by her father's behavior and his decision to push forward with the engagement. Jude Heartfilia would more than likely do anything if he thought that it was something that would please his late wife. He’d even attempted to learn the art several times in the past. Although he certainly had the passion… his body was somewhat feeble. Making it impossible for him to get very far at all.

The teen had just gotten downstairs after getting dressed in her school uniform, which consisted of white blouse and sky blue dress combo.

It would be her first day to school since Natsu had joined the Heartfilia’s, because he’d arrived on the first day of her summer break. She was a little bit excited for a break from home, if she were being completely honest. Even training in the dojo didn’t feel quite like an escape since she often found Natsu lurking nearby. He would often offer to give her pointers, though she hadn’t taken him up on that offer yet. Mostly because she was too stubborn, a fatal flaw that she hoped to get over before too much longer.

“Lucy, show Natsu the way to school, okay?” Jude asked at breakfast, casually. “He’ll be attending Furinkan high with you from this day forward, so make sure to introduce him  to all of your friends! Gildarts has already enrolled him in all of your classes, so make sure to be a good guide alright?” Lucy blinked at the new information.

“What?” She asked, “Natsu is going to go to school?” deciding that was a ridiculous question, Lucy decided to rephrase it. “Natsu is going to go to school here?” She supposed that she really shouldn’t have been surprised, especially because of how pushy their dads were being. They brought up the engagement at least five times a day, Lucy had gotten so accustomed to it… that it was quite easy to ignore it. Although, Natsu didn’t seem to be having such an easy time.

“Dammit pop!” Natsu’s feminine voice came from the  direction of the backyard and Lucy noticed the steaming kettle that sat beside her father, he’d been expecting this. Lucy could understand why. Every day those two got to sparring, and it almost always ended up with a trip to the bottom of the koi pond. Ultimately resulting in many heated up kettles throughout the day.

The mumbles and growls that followed Natsu’s exclamation told Lucy that Gildarts had also been hit by the pond water.

“I don’t care what you have to say about it!” Natsu shouted over Gildarts’ retorts, “All of this doesn't matter right now anyway! What we should be doing is finding a cure in China! Now you want me to start going to school? What the hell old man?!” A series of thwacks and slaps  followed by a loud splash told Lucy that somebody had taken another swim and she glared at her father.

“You want me to take him to school in this condition? He is going to be soaking wet by the time we get there! And if I don’t want to be late we need to leave now.”  

“Natsu!” Jude called just as the red-head popped back up to the surface of the pond, “Come get changed back, Lucy is going to take you to school now!” Lucy watched as Natsu glared daggers at his father who waved smugly.

Natsu let Jude dump the contents of the steaming pot over his head and Lucy watched with mild interest as he changed from girl to boy. She had a feeling that it would never get old, she especially found it interesting since both his eye and hair color changed as well. Was this what the girl who had drowned in that spring looked like? Lucy found that hard to believe because even in his female form, Natsu did somewhat look like Natsu. Save for the complete change of figure, his face looked pretty close to the same as when he was a boy.

Natsu still had a sour look on his face as they walked her usual route to school. Natsu had leapt onto the fence and walked along it easily, amazing Lucy with the incredible control he had over his body once more. A small pang in her heart made her grimace and look away. She was jealous. She’d been training a very long time as well, yet she was nowhere near the level that he was. It definitely got on Lucy’s nerves, but she would do her best to keep from taking out her frustrations on Natsu. It wasn’t his fault that he was pretty much a master of the art at such a young age.

“You could try to think of it as another form of training,” Lucy offered from where she walked beside the fence, casually swinging her book bag, “I’m sure it’ll be a challenge for your patience levels, from what I seen so far… you don’t really have a whole lot of that.” she giggled softly and Natsu scoffed  as he looked up at the cloudy sky. “School honestly is pretty fun. I’m sure you’ll see that when you start going.” Lucy tried to get him to stay positive.

“I’ve gone to school.” Natsu frowned down at Lucy, “It just has never been a huge part of my life. Pop never showed any interest in my schooling either. The only reason I went at all was because we had to settle down for a little while because he was too sick to train with me. I honestly didn’t like it at all. It was time that I could have spent honing my skills.” He groaned and ran a hand back through his still-damp hair. “Pop teaches me all that I need to know, I don’t need school.”

“Well most teenagears our age go to school, and I think it would probably be really good for you to try to get used to the idea.” Lucy may not be interested in getting engaged, but Natsu did seem like a decent enough guy. She was a little bit concerned about his development in other aspects of his life that weren't martial arts related. While he certainly didn’t appear to be unintelligent, Lucy was positive that he needed to go to school.

“Besides.” Natsu began, slicing through Lucy’s train of thought,  “I’m going to open up my own school of martial arts one day. I don’t need to go to school for that.”

“I could argue with that statement.” Lucy turned her attention forward and stifled a groan when she recognized a silhouette on the horizon, right in front of the school gates. The blonde cursed under her breath softly before stretching her arms a little bit, careful to not smack herself in the face with her school bag as she did so.

Natsu, having heard her, looked down at Lucy before turning his gaze forward to try and see what she was glaring at. He jumped off of the fence and walked beside her,  “Who is that?” He asked as he squinted in an attempt to get a better look.

“Nobody. Hold my bag?” Lucy didn’t wait for a response before she threw her school bag at Natsu and took of running towards the silhouette. The pink haired boy easily caught the bag before he really knew what was going on. He ran after her after the initial shock wore off.

Lucy didn’t show any sign of hesitation before attacking the man who held a bokken.

“Oh my darling Lulu! Today  is the day I will get you to date me!” The brunette held his arms out wide, as if to accept an embrace, before Lucy’s foot met with his left cheek and he was thrown backwards, a smile still on his lips, and tears streaming down his face.

“I don’t think so Dan,” Lucy took only a moment to straighten her school uniform before she turned to Natsu who had come to a stop right beside her. His eyes were wide as he stared at the unconscious student. He wore traditional Japanese garb, and paired with his bokken... lead Natsu to believe that this guy had to be in the kendo club. “Come on Natsu.” Lucy urged as she took her book bag from him. “We really are going to be late if we don’t hurry.”

Natsu didn’t seem satisfied with the guys state of unconsciousness. “Hey, what kind of guy asks something like that so early in the morning?” He poked the guys reddened cheek with the tip of his chinese shoe and Lucy groaned when the guy sat up and rubbed his cheek.

“Now you did it.” She pinched the bridge of her nose as if in an attempt to ward off the headache that she knew would be coming before too long. A headache was almost always guaranteed after a certain amount of time spent in the presence of Dan Straight. He was a very, very loud guy.

“Lucy Heartfilia!” Dan exclaimed, immediately jumping to his feet. “That was a great kick! Now--” He immediately cut himself off when his eyes landed on Natsu, who now stood a little bit in front of Lucy, almost defensively as he folded his arms across his chest. “Who are you?” Dan demanded, clearly fully recovered from the kick to the face. “How dare you block the way to my darling Lulu?” He rose the pokken and pointed it at Natsu’s chest. “I’m afraid that there is no chance I can let this offence go without punishment.”

Natsu raised an eyebrow and stifled a laugh with one hand as he turned to look at Lucy, as if to ask if this guy was for real and the blonde only groaned before nodding her head, clearly ashamed. “Just ignore him, we are going to be late--” Lucy was cut off by a horrifyingly sharp battle cry and she grimaced as her gaze returned to Dan, who was jumping towards Natsu with his sword raised.

A smile spread across Natsu’s lips as he turned in time to narrowly dodge the attack.

“Now this is what I’m talking about! If school is like this I might not hate it so much!” He dodged another couple quick-paced sword attacks and watched as Dan’s confident expression gradually morphed into confusion as he was unable to land a single hit on Natsu. He released battle cry after battle cry as he thrust his bokken towards Natsu.

Finally, as he seemed to tire out… Natsu began to fight back.

Lucy watched in silent amazement as Natsu easily knocked Dan unconscious.

Her knocking the guy out was one thing. He was madly in love with  her, no matter how many times she knocked him out… he always came back for more. When he attacked her, it was completely non-aggressively. Dan was actually the captain of the school's kendo club. His skill was actually parallel to none of their rival schools. So it truly was impressive that Natsu was able to take Dan out so easily, without even breaking a sweat.

It was just as Natsu was turning to face Lucy again that a flash of lightning made itself known to the world, barely signalling the downpour that followed mere seconds later.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Natsu’s voice went from masculine to feminine within that sentence and Lucy threw her hands up in the air, defeated.

“Well we can’t have you go into school as a girl on your first day!” Perhaps she should consider bringing a thermos of hot water to school every day? It seemed to Lucy as though the curse ran deeper than it seemed on the outside.

She’d never met anybody who got hit by cold water as much as Natsu and Gildarts.

Almost as though merely thinking about him could summon the beast of a man, Lucy noticed a panda running in their direction. A panda with a kettle. Without hesitation, that panda scooped Natsu up into his arms and rushed towards the protection of the schools overhang. Natsu was a boy again in seconds, yelling about how it had been ‘too hot’, but Gildarts was already rushing off.

Lucy watched, entirely baffled.

She wasn’t sure if she should be impressed by Gildarts’ swift save, or mildly creeped out over the fact that he had known to come in the first place.

“Lucy!” Natsu shouted and the blonde turned her brown eyes onto the boy who had begun to wring out the ends of his shirt. She couldn’t help but find the way he pronounced her name… cute. Lu-shi. Why she found it cute? She wasn’t entirely sure. “You really shouldn’t stand in the rain like that, you could get sick.” The girl blinked and realized that she’d yet to move from where she’d been standing when Gildarts came.

She was drenched.

Natsu laughed as Lucy yelled at him about how it would be completely his fault if she did get sick because of how he had gone and picked a fight with Dan when it had already been taken care of.

Lucy apologized profusely to their mildly irritated teacher for being a few minutes late, though he let it slide since it was Natsu’s first day.

Natsu introduced himself as a martial artist, naturally, before he took the seat that was beside Lucy.

Classes ran slowly, mostly due to the fact that Lucy had to constantly make sure that Natsu didn’t fall asleep in the middle of a lesson.

It wasn’t until gym that he became completely attentive. Mostly due to the fact that he was very interested in showing off his impressive stamina and strength. As he had phrased it to Lucy before running off to join up with the other boys who were getting ready to do their activities for the day. Meanwhile, Lucy still needed to get changed into her school’s gym uniform. She headed to the locker room and tried to make quick work of changing.

“So… are you going to explain to us why you showed up late to class with the new guy?” Lucy grimaced as one of her friends, Erza, draped an arm over Lucy’s shoulder just after she’d taken off her school uniform’s top. Erza was quite topless as well, although she’d already changed into her sports bra. “The two of you seem pretty familiar with each other…” Erza winked at Lucy and the latter's face did an impressive shift from pale porcelain to brilliant crimson in seconds.

“I-It’s not like that!” Lucy was quick to dismiss her friends suggestion before shrugging off the others arm, “He is just… staying with my family for a little while. That’s all.” Lucy didn’t even want to imagine the discourse that would ensue if even one person from her school found out about her engagement with Natsu.

Much to Lucy’s chagrin, many of the guys in the school pursued her.

Which might have been something that she’d have enjoyed… back in middle school. Now though, it was mostly exhausting to have so many guys--who didn’t even know her, for that matter--be constantly trying to gain her affections.

None of them even tried to get to know her. Lucy supposed that was the part that irritated her the most about it.

“Oh, didn’t you hear Erza?” Levy McGarden peeked over from behind a row of lockers, “They’re engaged!” Both Erza’s and Lucy’s jaws dropped at the declaration made by their small, blue haired friend who casually went back to changing.

“What?!” The both of them demanded and Erza’s eyes were on Lucy in milliseconds.

“I-It isn’t what you think!” Lucy quickly waved her hands around, her face somehow managing to attain an entire level of redness. “Levy! You can’t just go around saying stuff like that! You know how the people in this school are!” Lucy looked around quickly a couple times, it seemed as though it was just the three of them left in the locker room. But there really was no such thing as ‘too careful’ in this kind of predicament.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure everybody already knows.” Levy finally walked around the corner and folded her arms across her chest. Levy often opted to change away from her two… bustier friends. She was quite a self conscious girl. “Laxus was talking about it with his little group and well… you know how big of a mouth Evergreen has… I’m pretty sure word spread around like a wildfire. I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it, I’m positive I heard people talking about it in class.” Levy’s eyes then found Erza’s shocked expression, “And you should have been one of the first to hear about it Erza, you are in Laxus’ class.

The two blinked at the new information and Levy facepalmed. “My goodness, the two of you can be as dense as bricks sometimes.”

“Oh… well…” Erza’s cheeks were then red, “I was a little bit distracted in class today.” she admitted sheepishly as she played with her hair, though quickly her easy-going expression turned stern as her eyes fell onto Lucy and she pointed at the blonde. “You are too young to be engaged! What are you thinking Lucy? You need to focus on your education! On your martial arts!”

“I’m telling you!” Lucy felt like she would cry of embarrassment, “It is not a decision that I made! Our dads set it up! Apparently it was some kind of crazy thing they’d decided on before I was even born, it is honestly not something I really want to talk about.”

“Oh.” Erza blinked before pulling her gym shirt on over her head, “An arranged marriage, huh? I didn’t think anybody did those anymore.”

“They don’t.” Lucy sighed loudly before pulling the side pony-tail out of her hair so that she could pull all of her long, blonde hair back into a high pony-tail, not wanting any of it to get in her way during gym. “Our parents are… special cases.” She shook her head, letting a few stray strands of hair fall to frame her face. “But we should really get going, they’ll be picking the captains for volleyball soon.”

Despite the fact that both Erza and Levy clearly wanted to talk more about Lucy’s personal life, they concurred and the three of them left the locker room together. Thankfully they hadn’t been late, though almost the second that her foot touched the gymnasium floor… Lucy could have sworn all eyes fell onto her and chills ran up her spine.

“I’m pretty sure everybody already knows.” Levy had said, and her words echoed in Lucy’s brain as she walked to stand in the line that the other girls had formed for when the team captains would be picked. Already Lucy could hear the hushed whispers and she felt like crawling under a rock.

She was going to kill Laxus when she got home.

A loud whistle sounded in the gym, effectively silencing all of her female classmates and drawing their attention off of Lucy and onto the gym teacher who stood with two volleyballs in hand. “Scarlet, Narsa.” After he spoke each name, he tossed a volleyball at mentioned person. Erza caught hers easily. “You are today's captains, pick your teams and warm up. We start a match in ten.” He then left the girls to their own devices so that he could tell the boys what they would be doing that day.

While Furinkan was definitely a co-ed school… it was a little bit behind in the times when it came to gym activities. The class was always divided between girls and boys.

“Lucy.” Erza said first thing, without even a moment's hesitation. It wasn’t surprising to the blonde, Lucy was almost always first choice when it came to teams. As a martial artist, her reflexes were good and she was very fit. So naturally, she was pretty good at most sports.

By the time the teams were split up, Erza had managed to snag Levy and quickly got everybody to start stretching.

“So Lucy,” the girl beside her, Cana Alberona, sent a sly look her way. “I hear you’ve already snatched up that handsome new kid.” She wiggled her eyebrows and Lucy turned her eyes upwards as she switched the legs that she was stretching. “Engaged huh? How does it feel to be the first girl in school to be engaged? Have the two of you already…?”

The suggestiveness in her tone took Lucy by surprise and she nearly fell over.

Lucy had a feeling that it was going to be a very, very long day. And of course, as most of her instincts have been as of late… she was right.

She was asked about her engagement to Natsu many more times throughout the day, she didn’t even want to know about the earful Natsu must have been getting. Truthfully, she wasn’t looking forward to talking to Natsu after all was said and done. But of course, she was going to have to. Especially because they lived together.

When their final class wrapped itself up, Lucy said goodbye to Levy before sending a look to Natsu, who had been talking with a couple of the guys in their class and he stood up.

They didn’t speak until they were outside.

“You’re pretty popular,” Natsu mused casually and Lucy groaned, “You should have heard some of the things that the guys were telling me…” he trailed off and stuck his tongue out playfully at Lucy, though frowned when he saw that she was definitely in no mood to tease. “What’s the matter?” He asked curiously.

Lucy refused to look at the boy beside her. “Aren’t you embarrassed? Or angry that something so personal got spread around the school on your very first day?”

Natsu shrugged and Lucy finally looked over at him, his arms were crossed behind his head and his gaze was on the finally clear sky above them. “Why would I be embarrassed? You’re probably one of the most popular girls that goes to school here, you’re… pretty.” For a moment, Natsu’s cheeks seemed to be a slightly darker shade than they usually were. But he shook his head and grinned at her. “And I get to fight anybody who wants to challenge me, so of course I’m not angry. Maybe going to school here won't be a completely horrible thing.”

For some reason… his words made her laugh. Which seemed to surprise the guy.

“You’re not a very complex person, Natsu.” Lucy laughed again, “There is something somewhat… refreshing about that.” She then took off running, “I’m still gonna kill my cousin though, you can help if you want!”

Natsu was left to watch the girl run off for a moment before he grinned and tore off after Lucy.

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List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 3/8/2017

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Below is the list of prompts submitted to @holidaysat221b.  Where possible, we have tagged the submitter so that credit can be given if a prompt inspires someone to write a fic or create a piece of art.

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category.  However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it.  Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it!  Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes.  It’s the polite thing to do.

2)  Please submit an ask or message @holidaysat221b with a link to your work, the prompt you used, the prompter, and how you want to be identified (in cases where your Tumblr and fic/artist name are different).  This will allow us to share your work with our followers and tag the prompter (if possible).

3)  We have set up a Sherlolly Prompt Fest Collection on Ao3.  If you are planning to post your fic or art on Ao3 and would like to add it to the collection, please do.  As of this moment, the collection is open and unmoderated.  Please remember to credit the prompt and prompter in your fic/art notes.

On to the Prompts as of March 8, 2017

Art

Art prompt:  (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking)  Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from Sixteen Candles".  Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat.  -  @sunken-standard

Art prompt:  Potter!lock.  Don’t care if it’s student Sherlock and Molly in their house robes, teachers, wizarding professionals, a recreation of the Order of the Phoenix group photo with Sherlock characters instead.  Whatever.  Just as long as it’s Potter!lock.  -  @darnedchild

Art prompt:  Molly and Sherlock’s first real date gets interrupted by a case.  Are they dressed up for a fancy evening, or wearing something more suited to fish and chips and a walk around the park?  -  Anonymous

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene.  -  Kay

iZombie!Sherlock – Think of this, if Sherlock gets infected we have: 1) Sherlock with white hair 2) Sherlock getting brains from Molly “for experiments” 3) Sherlock getting different attitudes (hippie brain = hippie!Sherlock) 4) Paler than normal pale Sherlock 5) Sherlock with red bloodshot eyes.  Also:  If Molly Hooper gets infected, it’s like she’s the Liv Moore of Barts.  Lestrade as Clive (and relieved to be not only depending on Sherlock to solve crimes).  Sherlock deduces Molly’s hair color and tan (because Molly can’t show up to work with white hair, even whiter skin color, and very slow pulse rate).  Major asshole Boss being the one shipping tainted Utopium to Britain.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Superwholock!Sherlolly  -  The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion  -  The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”.  -  @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little.  Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)?  -  @darnedchild

NEW – Sherlock and Lady Molly of Scotland Yard.  Molly Hooper as Lady Molly from “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” with her crime solving partner Mary (Mortstan).  (Note from Mod - as of 3/8/2017, there are 21 days left to listen to the first three episodes of “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” via BBC Radio 4 Extra on demand here)  -  @lullikiish

NEW – A Hades and Persephone AU with Molly as female Hades (the unrequited love at first, the proximity with death) and Sherlock as a male Persephone (the curiosity, the lack of eating).  Irene would be a great Poseidon (the chaos provided by the ocean, the sailor knots).  As for John, he would be a great Hermes!  -  Kay

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic:  Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge”  -  @darnedchild  *

Song Fic:  … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please.  -  @chelle812

Song Fic:  Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally”  -  @darnedchild

Song Fic:  Texas’ “I’ll See It Through”  -  @darnedchild

NEW – Song Fic:  … I’ve got a quote from a song.  “You only know you love her when you let her go.”  (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”)  -  @flowerstar5

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

A case involving wine and stolen spatulas leads to Mycroft Holmes being attracted to Molly Hooper.  Too bad Molly’s had enough of the Holmeses, and Sherlock mooning over her really isn’t helping.  (Molly Hooper/Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes)  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly wants to meet The Woman.  Irene and Sherlock are still friends, and Molly is curious.  Much to everyone’s surprise, Molly and Irene hit it off fairly quickly.  (Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/Irene Adler)  -   Anonymous

When Sherlock is injured and stuck in a cast up to his thigh, Mary and Molly find out JUST how grumpy he can get.   They end up putting him by a window with binoculars, his pain medication, snacks, juice and his mobile.  What happens next?  (Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/Mary (Morstan)Watson)  -  @penaltywaltz

Everything Else

Sherlock is undercover.  He’s renting a small place and he’s trying to fit in with the extremely old fashioned community that is probably hiding a deadly smuggling ring or something equally bad.  He ends up calling on Molly to come help.  Since he’s already established as an unmarried man, his ‘sister’ (or other family member) arrives for a visit.  Cue living in the same house while hot for each other type shenanigans while pretending to be siblings under the watchful eye of some suspicious townspeople.  -  Anonymous

Molly’s school reunion – Sherlock assumes he’ll be needed to help Molly show everyone up.  The catch:  Molly’s been a beloved peer, so it’s him who gets the obligatory “you hurt her, we’ll end you". :)  -  @mychakk

Sherlock sees a woman on the street.  Instantly intrigued (you can choose as to why) he follows her.  -  @mel-loves-all

Molly loves wearing Sherlock’s house robes.  -  @mel-loves-all

Molly has a piece of body piercing jewelry or a tattoo located somewhere that surprises and titillates Sherlock.  -  @mel-loves-all  *

Whenever Molly is close, Sherlock unconsciously always seems to need to touch her in some way after they start dating.  He doesn’t notice it, but Molly does.  -  @mel-loves-all

A midnight dance.  -  @mel-loves-all

John tries to set up Sherlock with a girl.  Unsurprisingly, there are a lot of contenders.  And what does Molly have to say about that?  -  The Silent Fangirl

Through unexpected circumstances, Sherlock and Molly get engaged.  It doesn’t end well.  Crack!fic  -  The Silent Fangirl

Eurus Holmes ships the Sherlolly.  So does John and Mycroft.  Soon, everyone gets dragged into the Sherlolly craze.  Crack!fic  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly lives in the flat across from 221B.  You know, the one that exploded?   Yeah.  But before that, there was a) looking at the hot naked guy in the window b) said hot naked guy crashing into her flat because he just wants to c) her traitorous cat crossing the street to hot naked guy’s flat.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Sherlock:  A TV series featuring a hot guy with awesome deductive skills, his best friend the doctor, the exasperated detective inspector, the sweet landlady, and the pathologist.  And no, the pathologist isn’t in love with the hot guy. -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly stops being Sherlock’s pathologist, and starts being THE Pathologist.  BAMF!Molly  -  The Silent Fangirl

This, Sherlock thinks through the haze of cocaine, truly is the worst form of torture.  Mycroft and Molly’s wedding through Sherlock’s drug-addled POV.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly commits suicide, but only Sherlock thinks she didn’t.  He may not be wrong.  -  The Silent Fangirl

When John Watson dies, Rosie is given into the care of her godparents.   Problem is, they aren’t exactly on speaking terms.  Bonus for Harry Watson appearance!  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly nearly gets hit by a speeding car … until Sherlock pushes her out of the way and gets hit himself.  H/C  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly in labor.  After watching Mary in labor in TST, I kinda wanna see a funny take on Molly giving birth to her and Sherlock’s child.  Maybe something like Molly being in pain, she wishes out loud she’d never had sex with Sherlock, while Sherlock logically points out how well they emotionally and biologically fit together.  -  Anonymous

Fluff. Molly has been hospitalized for whatever reason.  She decides that she is feeling better and just wants to go home.  However, the hospital does not want to release her yet.  So Molly decides to leave AMA (against medical advice).  She feels she can recover at home just as well and also she is eager to get back to work.  Besides, who is going to know?   This is something someone might expect from Sherlock, but not Molly.   How long before he finds out?  What is his reaction?  -   @shadowyqueenbeard

Angst.  Molly discovers she is pregnant and is not happy about it.  Although she would love to have a baby at some point, right now is not the time.  She and Sherlock do not have a commitment and her career is going well.  She plans to terminate the pregnancy.  Sherlock finds out and tries to stop her.  He please with her to change her mind, marry him and be a family.  Is this just a control tactic or does he really love her?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard

Molly discovers there is Sherlock Holmes RPF (Real Person Fiction) on the internet.  She’s shocked to find that someone called Sherlolly4vr74 has been writing fic about her and Sherlock, and they seem to have a dedicated fan base.  Some of the stories are very sweet and romantic, some of them are hot enough to give her NSFW ideas.  Who is Sherlolly4vr74 (Is it Anderson?  Mrs Hudson?  Mary?  John?  I bet it’s John.) and is Sherlock aware of the stories?  -  @darnedchild

Eurus has been known to put on a persona and disguise to get close to people for information – she was Faith for Sherlock, E and the psychiatrist for John.  What if she had also spent some time around Molly prior to the events at Sherrinford?  What information would she have gleaned about her brother and his pathologist?  -  @darnedchild

Can they be R rated. Because I feel Sherlock would not muck about, with telling Molly what he would like to do to her, he would not use cute little names for all her female parts and would go into great detail, like all his cases. She would be his very serious case. Yes he would most defiantly do a lot of research on pleasing her. Write it however you are most comfortable with.  -  @oliverfel4

Sherlock and Molly are getting married!  It’s time to work on the guest list for the wedding, and suddenly they are faced with the question—Do they let Euros come, or not?  -  @celticmoonbeam

Shipwrecked Sherlolly—Sherlock saves Molly from drowning.  -  Anonymous

Euros leads Sherlock to believe that he failed, and Molly was killed after the ILY scene.  Much angst ensues as he blames himself for her loss … but then we get to see the happy reunion scene when he learns she’s alive.  -  Anonymous

Moriarty trying to up Sherlock by sleeping with Molly, but the joke is on him, as Sherlock and Molly knew each other from secondary school/uni and were each other’s firsts.  They can be regular (exclusive) lovers too.  -  @mychakk

Mary as matchmaker.  At John and Mary’s wedding, Mary feels a little sad when they leave him alone to go dance (“What about you?”).  She decides to make it her mission to help Sherlock find a girl so he’s not alone anymore.  And this former agent has no trouble figuring out the potential between Sherlock and a certain Molly Hooper … (Up to you whether or not you want to throw in a Janine segue before she decides to set him up with Molly.  And feel free to cover Sherlock being shot!) -  @celticmoonbeam

Molly discovers she’s pregnant with Sherlock’s child at the worst possible time:  while she’s with his parents, being hidden away, and the two are pretending to be just friends.  Bonus if they figure it out before they’re told!  -   @penaltywaltz

After the events of TFP, Molly and Sherlock get closer.  Suddenly, though, he pulls away and starts flirting with a coworker of hers, sometimes blatantly in front of her.   It isn’t until an event at Barts that the truth comes out that it was all for a case.  -  @penaltywaltz

Molly finds out that as a child Sherlock liked the book “The Westing Game” and for one of his birthdays she arranges a vacation mimicking the plot of the book, even if none of them really fit the particular characters.  -  @penaltywaltz

Sherlock wants to make a gourmet meal for Molly for a special occasion, but he doesn’t seem to get it quite right.  Fortunately, a friend/relative is willing to help.  -  @penaltywaltz

Sherlock moves in with Molly and begins perusing her book collection, picking up random books that have interesting looking covers, and the next thing Molly knows he’s turned into a fantasy buff.  -  @penaltywaltz  *

Non-established Sherlolly.  Sherlock gets a hold of Molly’s phone one afternoon and can’t resist snooping.  He’s surprised to see a folder in her photo gallery marked “Special” and it’s all photos of him.  -  @penaltywaltz

NEW – Have you had sex? – After Euros asked that I somehow thought “Molly??” (as Sherlock says, Irene only texts him, he doesn’t reply).   Later it seems that Euros is the only one who ever has noticed that Molly causes some emotions in him.  So my theory is that something happened between Molly and Sherlock, it happened pretty recently, somehow (stressful night and they talked or they had some drinks and somehow one thing led to another) they ended up having sex; but Sherlock wasn’t good at dealing with it after or something urgent came along and he didn’t really consider Molly’s emotions, he ran off right after or in the morning, and that could be the reason why Molly didn’t pick up the phone first and was in a bad mood during the “ILY scene”.  What happened between them recently is the reason why Molly is a bit rude to Sherlock when he calls, and the reason why she gets so emotional and raw so easily over the I Love You thing, and why she so easily tells him to say it first.  Well, then when Sherlock says “I love you” he finally realizes fully that he really does love her too, and that he is capable of loving that way, and finally sees how easy it could be and what he could lose.  Then after this whole thing he goes to talk to Molly and explain things to her.  -  @lullikiish

NEW – Complete me as a person. — Scene that popped into my mind.  Irene has been texting Sherlock again, Sherlock in the end almost agrees to meet her for dinner, but as he’s walking out of his flat while Molly is there looking after Rosie he sees Molly in kind of slo-mo in the golden evening sun holding Rosie and being all sweet.  Maybe already something a bit has happened before between them, some flirting, etc.  The talk with John about a relationship completing him as a person is on the back of his mind.  He walks out, but midway down the stairs while taking his phone out (symbolically in darkness compared to that evening sun) he realizes that he misses that warmth and Molly, and realizes that is what completes him.  He takes out his phone and texts he’s not coming and then goes back upstairs.  Sees Molly all adorable and confused/surprised in this beautiful light and maybe goes to kiss her, etc.  -   @lullikiish

NEW – A post TRF fic, where Sherlock takes Molly with him, but they return to London a couple years later than in canon because Molly got pregnant along the way (or even twice), so now they are three/four of them instead of two?  -   @mychakk

NEW – Victorian “Hooper”lock—Molly in disguise as “Hooper” the man, and they work together on a case and sparks fly.  They flirt and all, and Sherlock can’t figure out right away that she’s a woman, and I think it might not even bother him that much.  -  @lullikiish

NEW – “We had chips.  She liked me.” – Sherlock in TLD.  What could have been had he and Molly gotten chips in TEH:  A kick to Tom’s butt.  Happy greeting (a hug at least!) at the end of TEH.  Quite a lot of sex with Sherlock instead of Tom.  Molly the best man’s date.  A (sophisticated. Or not) Molly/Janine cat fight for Janine hitting on SH moments.  Dancing, so much Sherlolly dancing (and no leaving early).  Probably no Shezza (Shezzer?)—which, hmm, is a shame (But maybe they’ve their own not-being-on-a-sex-holiday-but-sexing-a-lot time).  A real proposal to Molly.  Molly at family Christmas, maybe even a Christmas wedding.   Solving CAM without the threat of exile sharpens Sherlock’s deductive abilities.   No Norbury as Molly’s already expecting their first offspring, so Sherlock doesn’t taunt needlessly.  Mary as the Sherlolly baby godmother as she’s alive!  Culverton Smith is taken down by the duo of Mary and Molly while the latter gives birth there (because the ladies are awesome, plus Mrs H tackles him down).  John is so impressed he doesn’t look at any other women.  Molly’s big heart brings Eurus from her metaphoric plane the moment she steps into 221B, plus baby Holmes wins her heart too.  The Holmes family reconciliation and Eurus is in therapy instead of being a multi-killer.  Baker Street Boys Team continues while Baker Street Girls Team gives them a run for their money.  Mycroft asks Lady Smallwood out himself to her astonishment and internal squealing.  Mummy Holmes gets more grandkids than she could’ve imagined.  And basically, everyone walks happily into the sunset.  The End.  Please note, some things can obviously be modified.  -  @mychakk

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All-Star Superman (2005)

Another invocation technique that the magician can employ is called the assumption of godforms—where with “concentrated imagination of oneself in the symbolic shape of any God, one should be able to identify oneself with the idea which [the god] represents.” Comics writer and practicing magician Grant Morrison describes the process in his essay Pop Magic. The Gods of myth are primal forms, expressions of big ideas that have been here long before us and will remain long after.Morrison writes that, for example:

“ANGER is one of those Big Ideas and LOVE  is another one. Then there’s FEAR and GUILT “So…to summon a god, one has only to concentrate on that god to the exclusion of all other thought. Let’s just say you wish to summon the Big Idea COMMUNICATION in the form of the god Hermes, so that he will grant you a silver-tongue. Hermes is the Greek personification of quick wit, art, and spelling and the qualities he represents were embodied by Classical artists in the symbol of an eternally swift and naked youth, fledged with tiny wings and dressed only in streamers of air. Hermes is a condensation into pictorial form – a sigil, in fact – of an easily recognizable default state of human consciousness. When our words and minds are nimble,when we conjure laughter from others, when we make poetry, we are in the real presence of Hermes. We are, in fact, possessed by the god.”

Morrison is keen to point out that there need not be a ghostly or real reason for this. As Crowley wrote:

“In this book it is spoken of the Sephiroth and the Paths; of Spirits and Conjurations; of Gods, Spheres, Planes, and many other things which may or may not exist. It is immaterial whether these exist or not. By doing certain things certain results will follow; students are most earnestly warned against attributing objective reality or philosophic validity to any of them.”

Still, two questions arise. if these Gods are not ‘real’, why invoke them at all? Morrison answers that for us nicely:

“People tend to become possessed by gods arbitrarily because they do not recognize them as such; a man can be overwhelmed with anger (the Greek god Ares), we can all be “beside ourselves” with passion (Aphrodite) or grief (Hades). in life we encounter these Big Ideas everyday but we no longer use the word “god” to describe them. The magician consciously evokes these states and renames them gods in order to separate them from his or her Self, in order to study them and learn.”

So for example, “You may wish to connect with Hermes if you’re beginning a novel or giving a speech or simply want to entertain a new beau with your incredible repartee”. Practical magic then. Choose a god based on their qualities; what Platonic ideal or archetypal human experience they represent, and invoke them in order to know and learn from them

[...]

Morrison too advocates drawing upon fictional entities in magical practice:

“So once I got into the chaos magic thing, I started to think well if all I’m doing is triggering a state of mind can I do the same thing with something I know to be unreal? And I would start instead of summoning up Greek gods or Voodoo Loa, I would summon up Metron from the New Gods or HP Lovecraft monsters, or the Cenobites from Clive Barker and get the same thing. It was all about, okay, so even fictional things appear as long as they correspond to the specific feeling that you’re trying to create using this ritual method.”

Could Superman work this way? Certainly the religious and mythopoetic elements of the Superman story our often argued. Noting the Jewish heritage of Superman’s creators some commentators have read Superman as a Moses figure. Superman’s home of Krypton was about to be destroyed by events beyond his parents control. In Biblical Egypt the Israelites faced the mass murder of their male children. Both the infant Moses and the infant Superman were saved from death by their parents, one placed in a reed basket and sent down the Nile, the other in a rocket sent into space and bound for Earth. Both children grew up in foreign cultures, discovered and raised by adoptive parents who realise their true potential. Superman disguises his Kryptonian heritage with the human persona of Clark Kent, just as Moses was forced to keep his Jewish ancestry a secret.

Another variation says that Superman is a Christ figure. Like Jesus, Superman is sent by his father from the ‘heavens’ to save mankind (albeit one at a time). Both are raised by adoptive parents of humble means-Superman by farmers, Jesus by a carpenter. And both possess extraordinary powers that they use for the benefit of mankind. Furthermore, Superman’s real identity as Kal-El, son of Jor-El, has theological significance, “El” being a semitic word for ‘deity’ or god.

[...]

Perhaps then, like Jesus before him, Superman  is the latest incarnation of dying and reborn god, or of the Solar deity variously known as Horus, Sol or Apollo. In his book Supergods Grant Morrison neatly summarises what archetypal function Superman, as the latest manifestation of a perennial form, then serves. superman, he writes, embodies our species ‘loftiest aspirations’. As such Superman “was brave. He was clever. he never gave up and he never let anyone down. He stood up for the weak and knew how to see off bullies of all kinds. he couldn’t be hurt of killed b the bad guys, hard as they might try. He didn’t get sick. he was fiercely loyal to his friends and to his adopted world. He was Apollo, the sun god, the unbeatable supreme self, the personal greatness of which we all know we’re capable.” (Supergods, p.15)

It seems obvious why one would want to invoke Superman and absorb those qualities. What’s peculiar to Superman however is his tendency to leave the pages of his dimensional universe and manifest himself in our 4-dimensional realm.

Take Alvin Schwartz’s story in An Unlikely Prophet for instance. Schwartz was a writer of both Batman and Superman for seventeen years in the forties and fifties. Later he was contacted by a Buddhist monk named Thogden. Thogden claimed to be a Tulpa, a ‘thought-form’, a being thought into existence by a Tibetan mystic. Thogden proceeds to take Schwartz on a spiritual journey that takes in many of the familiar stopping points on the twentieth century magical path-shamanism, quantum physics, and of course, superheroes. Schwartz’s journey apparently continues in A Gathering of Selves, which focuses on Batman (who as Morrison points out is the Lunar counterpart to the Solar Batman). As it happens, I haven’t yet read the second book so if anyone knows more about it I’d love to hear.

Most important right now though is Thogden’s claims that Superman, too, is a Tulpa.  That Schwartz’s (or perhaps all the readers and creators) thought and focus on Superman have given him some kind of materiality; some ability to manifest in and interact in our world. Certainly, Schwartz has an experience that may or may not be evidence of Superman’s intervention. Grant Morrison has also had a magical contact with the Superman thought form. As he said in an interview with Newsarama:

“My specific take on Superman’s physicality was inspired by the ‘shamanic’ meeting my JLA editor Dan Raspler and I had in the wee hours of the morning outside the San Diego comic book convention in whenever it was, ‘98 or ‘99.

“I’ve told this story in more detail elsewhere but basically, we were trying to figure out how to ‘reboot’ Superman without splitting up his marriage to Lois, which seemed like a cop–out. It was the beginning of the conversations which ultimately led to Superman Now, with Dan and I restlessly pacing around trying to figure out a new way into the character of Superman and coming up short…

“Until we looked up to see a guy dressed as Superman crossing the train tracks. Not just any skinny convention guy in an ill–fitting suit, this guy actually looked like Superman. It was too good a moment to let pass, so I ran over to him, told him what we’d been trying to do and asked if he wouldn’t mind indulging us by answering some questions about Superman, which he did…in the persona and voice of Superman!

“We talked for an hour and a half and he walked off into the night with his friend (no, it wasn’t Jimmy Olsen, sadly). I sat up the rest of the night, scribbling page after page of Superman notes as the sun came up over the naval yards.

“My entire approach to Superman had come from the way that guy had been sitting; so easy, so confident, as if, invulnerable to all physical harm, he could relax completely and be spontaneous and warm. That pose, sitting hunched on the bollard, with one knee up, the cape just hanging there, talking to us seemed to me to be the opposite of the clenched, muscle-bound look the character sometimes sports and that was the key to Superman for me.

“I met the same Superman a couple of times afterwards but he wasn’t Superman, just a nice guy dressed as Superman.”

Source: Nth Mind

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The damaged Boy chapter 15

Orphanage for a puppet

He opens his eyes and shut them immediately because of the light.But he know this light is not the sun.It doesn't warm him,it's just blind him that's all.Finally he open again his eyes,more slowly and see a white ceiling and golden decorations.Where is he now ?..He heard some voices..Childs's voices.For a moment he seems to be in paradise,and hope to see the sun more than anything,showing to him.No this light is so superficial.It's hurt his eyes.They are kinda fragile.

But he feel like be elongeted on something soft and comfortable.So he is still here..Alive on this earth.But this is why he leaving.Discovers new things in this world and return to Edward more strong than ever for him.He affronted already so horrible things but he won't give up.This is what she want to..The woman.He still hear voices from childrens and turn his head.He see them.He see at last people of his age..Or rather..He doesn't have age but he is like them.Boys,girls,sit at a table,eating and talking with cheerfulness.How could he ,in a space of moment,change locations..From a cold place,full of blood where there is attack and murder to this one..So warm with real child ? It is too good to be true ? Now he remember and god he wish not to remember..About them.Clive and Al.Where are they ?...He feel so much anger and bitterness.He try to get up and in the same time,the others childrens look at him,intrigued.They ceased all movement.Normally,he should be happy to see at last childrens,but everything changed within him.And beside,none of them smiled to him,none warm or welcoming smile.They just keep to stare at him like he was a creature.He is..But still.This is just annoying. Despite all of that,he try to speak to them :

" Can i join you ? " There is a long silence,he try then to stay calm.One of them,a boy answer simply :

" You don't need to ask.This is where you live now." Well this is interesting precisely, What is " This " ? He sit down face to them slowly staring at them :

" Where am i ? " The same boy keep to answer tirelessly :

" This is a orphanage." He smile slighty kinda sardonic " You know what a orphanage is right ? "

" Oh right.Soon or later,that had to happen.Here i am." His tone was so dry. " Who did take me here ? " He know the answer.But he must hear it.He look at this boy with his percing cold eyes.

" Why do you ask so many questions ? I can't know everything about.." He pound the table with his iron hand yelling :

" Who ?? Clive and Al ?? Where are they ?? " They all got up fastly,the girls are simultaneously scared and baffled by him and his state.They run away,moaning.He laugh,mocking.He can't stop himself anymore.He ask again the same question.Again and again.Where is Clive and Al. He would commit again the irreparable.He would kill again.Strangle this boy who watched him,disgusted.He try then to calm himself closing his eyes and leave immediately the room.The boy mumble,furious to his friends :

" This is not the asylum here..He should be intern..This monster ! "

He walk quickly all along the hallway,not paying attention to the staff's calls , he try again to calm down.Something awoke deep inside him,since he killed Oddo and that he has two hands now.Suddenly,he stop his movement,notice something he didn't by his anger.He rise slowly his head to the glass roof,and see this wonderful light.The sun.This is like he see divin being.Everyone in the hall,look at him weirdly when he open a glass door and go outside to the garden.He is recovered by this amazing warm.For a moment he become again what he was before..Everything.This boy full of curiosity and hope,finding at last what he seeking since forever.But it doesn't last.He doesn't realize when two nurse run to him and take him by the arms,back to the inside.He doesn't fight,staring at the sun.It doesn't hurt his eyes.They are like in connection with this unique glow.Far way on a bench,a little girl with gold blond hair,wearing a pale pink lace dress looking at him in silence,pained for him but also,amazed by him.

Clive and Al wait,stressful at the door where there is the director of the orphanage.Clive heard that man was not really friendly,and mostly that he had horriffying secrets.But he is rich.Anyway,who doesn't hide secret honestly ? This boy is the first to have ones. The door open and show up a man kinda big wearing a long white gown and glasses.In the first signt..No he seems sympathetic.

" Come in dear people,i think that this boy is sick that's right ?

" Not sick no..But he has a tiny disability..Why..Something happen ? " Ask Clive feeling panic.

" No no...Sit down.Not big deal but he has some reactions,we could deal with this with all our nurses.Well no need to waste our time.Here for you. " He put then on his desk money.a lot of money.As usual,Al doesn't say a word,staring at all these note.Better than gold.

" I want to say thank you to bring me this boy really.He will be useful.More useful than the others kids." Clive take quickly the money in his bag but he can't escape himself to ask,his voice trembling :

" Useful to what ? " The man places his hand above the little flame of the candle and answer with a very creepy smile,his eyes red like he was Satan :

" So many things."

Clive and Al feels like terror by these eyes and leave the room,greeting clumsily this new strange man in their life.Strange but rich.

Clive pray with all his heart : " I hope we won't meet again this boy on the street..Or we have a really bad karma. "

Ao3

Hey everyone !!! sorry to take so many time to post but as usual real life make me very busy and i don't hide it anti depressant tiring me very much.But i won't stop my passion to write !! thank to read it and love it !!!

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List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 3/1/2017

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Below is the list of prompts submitted to @holidaysat221b.  Where possible, we have tagged the submitter so that credit can be given if a prompt inspires someone to write a fic or create a piece of art.

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category.  However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it.  Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it!

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes.  It’s the polite thing to do.

2)  Please submit an ask or message @holidaysat221b with a link to your work, the prompt you used, the prompter, and how you want to be identified (in cases where your Tumblr and fic/artist name are different).  This will allow us to share your work with our followers and tag the prompter (if possible).

3)  We have set up a Sherlolly Prompt Fest Collection on Ao3.  If you are planning to post your fic or art on Ao3 and would like to add it to the collection, please do.  As of this moment, the collection is open and unmoderated.  Please remember to credit the prompt and prompter in your fic/art notes.

On to the Prompts as of March 1, 2017

Art

Art prompt:  (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking)  Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from “Sixteen Candles”.  Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat.  -  @sunken-standard

Art prompt:  Potter!lock.  Don’t care if it’s student Sherlock and Molly in their house robes, teachers, wizarding professionals, a recreation of the Order of the Phoenix group photo with Sherlock characters instead.  Whatever.  Just as long as it’s Potter!lock.  -  @darnedchild

Art prompt:  Molly and Sherlock’s first real date gets interrupted by a case.  Are they dressed up for a fancy evening, or wearing something more suited to fish and chips and a walk around the park?  -  Anonymous

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene.  -  Kay

iZombie!Sherlock – Think of this, if Sherlock gets infected we have: 1) Sherlock with white hair 2) Sherlock getting brains from Molly “for experiments” 3) Sherlock getting different attitudes (hippie brain = hippie!Sherlock) 4) Paler than normal pale Sherlock 5) Sherlock with red bloodshot eyes.  Also:  If Molly Hooper gets infected, it’s like she’s the Liv Moore of Barts.  Lestrade as Clive (and relieved to be not only depending on Sherlock to solve crimes).  Sherlock deduces Molly’s hair color and tan (because Molly can’t show up to work with white hair, even whiter skin color, and very slow pulse rate).  Major asshole Boss being the one shipping tainted Utopium to Britain.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Superwholock!Sherlolly  -  The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion  -  The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”.  -  @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little.  Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)?  -  @darnedchild

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic:  Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge”  -  @darnedchild  

Song Fic:  … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please.  -  @chelle812

Song Fic:  Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally”  -  @darnedchild

Song Fic:  Texas’ “I’ll See It Through”  -  @darnedchild

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

A case involving wine and stolen spatulas leads to Mycroft Holmes being attracted to Molly Hooper.  Too bad Molly’s had enough of the Holmeses, and Sherlock mooning over her really isn’t helping.  (Molly Hooper/Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes)  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly wants to meet The Woman.  Irene and Sherlock are still friends, and Molly is curious.  Much to everyone’s surprise, Molly and Irene hit it off fairly quickly.  (Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/Irene Adler)  -  Anonymous

When Sherlock is injured and stuck in a cast up to his thigh, Mary and Molly find out JUST how grumpy he can get.  They end up putting him by a window with binoculars, his pain medication, snacks, juice and his mobile.  What happens next?  (Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/Mary (Morstan)Watson)  -  @penaltywaltz

Everything Else

Sherlock is undercover.  He’s renting a small place and he’s trying to fit in with the extremely old fashioned community that is probably hiding a deadly smuggling ring or something equally bad.  He ends up calling on Molly to come help.  Since he’s already established as an unmarried man, his ‘sister’ (or other family member) arrives for a visit.  Cue living in the same house while hot for each other type shenanigans while pretending to be siblings under the watchful eye of some suspicious townspeople.  -  Anonymous

Molly’s school reunion – Sherlock assumes he’ll be needed to help Molly show everyone up.  The catch:  Molly’s been a beloved peer, so it’s him who gets the obligatory “you hurt her, we’ll end you”.  :)  - @mychakk

Sherlock sees a woman on the street.  Instantly intrigued (you can choose as to why) he follows her.  -  @mel-loves-all

Molly loves wearing Sherlock’s house robes.  -  @mel-loves-all

Molly has a piece of body piercing jewelry or a tattoo located somewhere that surprises and titillates Sherlock.  -  @mel-loves-all

Whenever Molly is close, Sherlock unconsciously always seems to need to touch her in some way after they start dating.  He doesn’t notice it, but Molly does.  -  @mel-loves-all

A midnight dance.  -  @mel-loves-all

John tries to set up Sherlock with a girl.  Unsurprisingly, there are a lot of contenders.  And what does Molly have to say about that?  -  The Silent Fangirl

Through unexpected circumstances, Sherlock and Molly get engaged.  It doesn’t end well.  Crack!fic  -  The Silent Fangirl

Eurus Holmes ships the Sherlolly.  So does John and Mycroft.  Soon, everyone gets dragged into the Sherlolly craze.  Crack!fic  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly lives in the flat across from 221B.  You know, the one that exploded?  Yeah.  But before that, there was a) looking at the hot naked guy in the window b) said hot naked guy crashing into her flat because he just wants to c) her traitorous cat crossing the street to hot naked guy’s flat.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Sherlock:  A TV series featuring a hot guy with awesome deductive skills, his best friend the doctor, the exasperated detective inspector, the sweet landlady, and the pathologist.  And no, the pathologist isn’t in love with the hot guy.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly stops being Sherlock’s pathologist, and starts being THE Pathologist.  BAMF!Molly  -  The Silent Fangirl

This, Sherlock thinks through the haze of cocaine, truly is the worst form of torture.  Mycroft and Molly’s wedding through Sherlock’s drug-addled POV.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly commits suicide, but only Sherlock thinks she didn’t.  He may not be wrong.  -  The Silent Fangirl

When John Watson dies, Rosie is given into the care of her godparents.  Problem is, they aren’t exactly on speaking terms.  Bonus for Harry Watson appearance!  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly nearly gets hit by a speeding car … until Sherlock pushes her out of the way and gets hit himself.  H/C  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly in labor.  After watching Mary in labor in TST, I kinda wanna see a funny take on Molly giving birth to her and Sherlock’s child.  Maybe something like Molly being in pain, she wishes out loud she’d never had sex with Sherlock, while Sherlock logically points out how well they emotionally and biologically fit together.  -  Anonymous

Fluff.  Molly has been hospitalized for whatever reason.  She decides that she is feeling better and just wants to go home.  However, the hospital does not want to release her yet.  So Molly decides to leave AMA (against medical advice).  She feels she can recover at home just as well and also she is eager to get back to work.  Besides, who is going to know?  This is something someone might expect from Sherlock, but not Molly.  How long before he finds out?  What is his reaction?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard

Angst.  Molly discovers she is pregnant and is not happy about it.  Although she would love to have a baby at some point, right now is not the time.  She and Sherlock do not have a commitment and her career is going well.  She plans to terminate the pregnancy.  Sherlock finds out and tries to stop her.  He please with her to change her mind, marry him and be a family.  Is this just a control tactic or does he really love her?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard

Molly discovers there is Sherlock Holmes RPF (Real Person Fiction) on the internet.  She’s shocked to find that someone called Sherlolly4vr74 has been writing fic about her and Sherlock, and they seem to have a dedicated fan base.  Some of the stories are very sweet and romantic, some of them are hot enough to give her NSFW ideas.  Who is Sherlolly4vr74 (Is it Anderson?  Mrs Hudson?  Mary?  John?  I bet it’s John.) and is Sherlock aware of the stories?  -  @darnedchild

Eurus has been known to put on a persona and disguise to get close to people for information – she was Faith for Sherlock, E and the psychiatrist for John.  What if she had also spent some time around Molly prior to the events at Sherrinford?  What information would she have gleaned about her brother and his pathologist?  -  @darnedchild

Can they be R rated. Because I feel Sherlock would not muck about, with telling Molly what he would like to do to her, he would not use cute little names, for all her female parts and would go into great detail, like all his cases. She would be his very serious case. Yes he would most defiantly do a lot of research on pleasing her. Write it however you are most comfortable with.  -  @oliverfel4

Sherlock and Molly are getting married!  It’s time to work on the guest list for the wedding, and suddenly they are faced with the question—Do they let Euros come, or not?  -  @celticmoonbeam

Shipwrecked Sherlolly—Sherlock saves Molly from drowning.  -  Anonymous

Euros leads Sherlock to believe that he failed, and Molly was killed after the ILY scene.  Much angst ensues as he blames himself for her loss … but then we get to see the happy reunion scene when he learns she’s alive.  -  Anonymous

Moriarty trying to up Sherlock by sleeping with Molly, but the joke is on him, as Sherlock and Molly knew each other from secondary school/uni and were each other’s firsts.  They can be regular (exclusive) lovers too.  -  @mychakk

Mary as matchmaker.  At John and Mary’s wedding, Mary feels a little sad when they leave him alone to go dance (“What about you?”).  She decides to make it her mission to help Sherlock find a girl so he’s not alone anymore.  And this former agent has no trouble figuring out the potential between Sherlock and a certain Molly Hooper … (Up to you whether or not you want to throw in a Janine segue before she decides to set him up with Molly.  And feel free to cover Sherlock being shot!)  -  @celticmoonbeam

Molly discovers she’s pregnant with Sherlock’s child at the worst possible time:  while she’s with his parents, being hidden away, and the two are pretending to be just friends.  Bonus if they figure it out before they’re told!  -  @penaltywaltz

After the events of TFP, Molly and Sherlock get closer.  Suddenly, though, he pulls away and starts flirting with a coworker of hers, sometimes blatantly in front of her.  It isn’t until an event at Barts that the truth comes out that it was all for a case.  -  @penaltywaltz

Molly finds out that as a child Sherlock liked the book “The Westing Game” and for one of his birthdays she arranges a vacation mimicking the plot of the book, even if none of them really fit the particular characters.  - @penaltywaltz 

Sherlock wants to make a gourmet meal for Molly for a special occasion, but he doesn’t seem to get it quite right.  Fortunately, a friend/relative is willing to help.  -  @penaltywaltz

Sherlock moves in with Molly and begins perusing her book collection, picking up random books that have interesting looking covers, and the next thing Molly knows he’s turned into a fantasy buff.  -  @penaltywaltz

Non-established Sherlolly.  Sherlock gets a hold of Molly’s phone one afternoon and can’t resist snooping.  He’s surprised to see a folder in her photo gallery marked “Special” and it’s all photos of him.  -  @penaltywaltz

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List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 3/15/2017

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Below is the list of prompts submitted to @holidaysat221b.  Where possible, we have tagged the submitter so that credit can be given if a prompt inspires someone to write a fic or create a piece of art.

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category.  However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it.  Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it!  Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes.  It’s the polite thing to do.

2)  Please submit an ask or message @holidaysat221b with a link to your work, the prompt you used, the prompter, and how you want to be identified (in cases where your Tumblr and fic/artist name are different).  This will allow us to share your work with our followers and tag the prompter (if possible).

3)  We have set up a Sherlolly Prompt Fest Collection on Ao3.  If you are planning to post your fic or art on Ao3 and would like to add it to the collection, please do.  As of this moment, the collection is open and unmoderated.  Please remember to credit the prompt and prompter in your fic/art notes.

On to the Prompts as of March 15, 2017

Art

Art prompt:  (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking)  Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from Sixteen Candles".   Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat.  -   @sunken-standard

Art prompt:  Potter!lock.  Don’t care if it’s student Sherlock and Molly in their house robes, teachers, wizarding professionals, a recreation of the Order of the Phoenix group photo with Sherlock characters instead.  Whatever.  Just as long as it’s Potter!lock.  -  @darnedchild

Art prompt:  Molly and Sherlock’s first real date gets interrupted by a case.  Are they dressed up for a fancy evening, or wearing something more suited to fish and chips and a walk around the park?  -  Anonymous

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene.  -  Kay

iZombie!Sherlock – Think of this, if Sherlock gets infected we have: 1) Sherlock with white hair 2) Sherlock getting brains from Molly “for experiments” 3) Sherlock getting different attitudes (hippie brain = hippie!Sherlock) 4) Paler than normal pale Sherlock 5) Sherlock with red bloodshot eyes.   Also:  If Molly Hooper gets infected, it’s like she’s the Liv Moore of Barts.  Lestrade as Clive (and relieved to be not only depending on Sherlock to solve crimes).  Sherlock deduces Molly’s hair color and tan (because Molly can’t show up to work with white hair, even whiter skin color, and very slow pulse rate).  Major asshole Boss being the one shipping tainted Utopium to Britain.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Superwholock!Sherlolly  -  The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion  -  The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”.  -  @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little.  Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)?  - @darnedchild

Sherlock and Lady Molly of Scotland Yard.  Molly Hooper as Lady Molly from “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” with her crime solving partner Mary (Mortstan).  (Note from Mod - as of 3/8/2017, there are 21 days left to listen to the first three episodes of “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” via BBC Radio 4 Extra on demand here)  -  @lullikiish

A Hades and Persephone AU with Molly as female Hades (the unrequited love at first, the proximity with death) and Sherlock as a male Persephone (the curiosity, the lack of eating).  Irene would be a great Poseidon (the chaos provided by the ocean, the sailor knots).  As for John, he would be a great Hermes!  -  Kay

NEW – Gimme “The Full Monty”, baby. Surely someone can find a reason to have Sherlock, John, and Greg get their kits off? Or Molly, Mary, and Sally? Mrs H could give professional pointers and tips to whomever you’re planning to get starkers.  -  Anonymous

NEW – A Sherlolly version of “It’s A Wonderful Life”. Sherlock gets to see what his loved ones’ lives would be like if he never existed, realizing the positive impact he had on them when he was alive.  -   @simplyshelbs16xoxo

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic:  Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge”  -  @darnedchild  *

Song Fic:  … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please.  -  @chelle812

Song Fic:  Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally”  -  @darnedchild

Song Fic:  Texas’ “I’ll See It Through”  -  @darnedchild

Song Fic:  … I’ve got a quote from a song.  “You only know you love her when you let her go.”  (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”)  -  @flowerstar5

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

A case involving wine and stolen spatulas leads to Mycroft Holmes being attracted to Molly Hooper.  Too bad Molly’s had enough of the Holmeses, and Sherlock mooning over her really isn’t helping.  (Molly Hooper/Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes)  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly wants to meet The Woman.  Irene and Sherlock are still friends, and Molly is curious.  Much to everyone’s surprise, Molly and Irene hit it off fairly quickly.  (Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/Irene Adler)  -   Anonymous

When Sherlock is injured and stuck in a cast up to his thigh, Mary and Molly find out JUST how grumpy he can get.   They end up putting him by a window with binoculars, his pain medication, snacks, juice and his mobile.  What happens next?  (Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/Mary (Morstan)Watson)  -  @penaltywaltz

Everything Else

Sherlock is undercover.  He’s renting a small place and he’s trying to fit in with the extremely old fashioned community that is probably hiding a deadly smuggling ring or something equally bad.  He ends up calling on Molly to come help.  Since he’s already established as an unmarried man, his ‘sister’ (or other family member) arrives for a visit.  Cue living in the same house while hot for each other type shenanigans while pretending to be siblings under the watchful eye of some suspicious townspeople.  -  Anonymous

Molly’s school reunion – Sherlock assumes he’ll be needed to help Molly show everyone up.  The catch:  Molly’s been a beloved peer, so it’s him who gets the obligatory “you hurt her, we’ll end you". :)  -  @mychakk

Sherlock sees a woman on the street.  Instantly intrigued (you can choose as to why) he follows her.  -  @mel-loves-all

Molly loves wearing Sherlock’s house robes.  -  @mel-loves-all

Molly has a piece of body piercing jewelry or a tattoo located somewhere that surprises and titillates Sherlock.  -  @mel-loves-all  *

Whenever Molly is close, Sherlock unconsciously always seems to need to touch her in some way after they start dating.  He doesn’t notice it, but Molly does.  -  @mel-loves-all

A midnight dance.  -  @mel-loves-all

John tries to set up Sherlock with a girl.  Unsurprisingly, there are a lot of contenders.  And what does Molly have to say about that?  -  The Silent Fangirl

Through unexpected circumstances, Sherlock and Molly get engaged.  It doesn’t end well.  Crack!fic  -  The Silent Fangirl

Eurus Holmes ships the Sherlolly.  So does John and Mycroft.  Soon, everyone gets dragged into the Sherlolly craze.  Crack!fic  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly lives in the flat across from 221B.  You know, the one that exploded?   Yeah.  But before that, there was a) looking at the hot naked guy in the window b) said hot naked guy crashing into her flat because he just wants to c) her traitorous cat crossing the street to hot naked guy’s flat.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Sherlock:  A TV series featuring a hot guy with awesome deductive skills, his best friend the doctor, the exasperated detective inspector, the sweet landlady, and the pathologist.  And no, the pathologist isn’t in love with the hot guy. -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly stops being Sherlock’s pathologist, and starts being THE Pathologist.  BAMF!Molly  -  The Silent Fangirl

This, Sherlock thinks through the haze of cocaine, truly is the worst form of torture.  Mycroft and Molly’s wedding through Sherlock’s drug-addled POV.  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly commits suicide, but only Sherlock thinks she didn’t.  He may not be wrong.  -  The Silent Fangirl

When John Watson dies, Rosie is given into the care of her godparents.   Problem is, they aren’t exactly on speaking terms.  Bonus for Harry Watson appearance!  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly nearly gets hit by a speeding car … until Sherlock pushes her out of the way and gets hit himself.  H/C  -  The Silent Fangirl

Molly in labor.  After watching Mary in labor in TST, I kinda wanna see a funny take on Molly giving birth to her and Sherlock’s child.  Maybe something like Molly being in pain, she wishes out loud she’d never had sex with Sherlock, while Sherlock logically points out how well they emotionally and biologically fit together.  -  Anonymous

Fluff. Molly has been hospitalized for whatever reason.  She decides that she is feeling better and just wants to go home.  However, the hospital does not want to release her yet.  So Molly decides to leave AMA (against medical advice).  She feels she can recover at home just as well and also she is eager to get back to work.  Besides, who is going to know?   This is something someone might expect from Sherlock, but not Molly.   How long before he finds out?  What is his reaction?  -   @shadowyqueenbeard

Angst.  Molly discovers she is pregnant and is not happy about it.  Although she would love to have a baby at some point, right now is not the time.  She and Sherlock do not have a commitment and her career is going well.  She plans to terminate the pregnancy.  Sherlock finds out and tries to stop her.  He please with her to change her mind, marry him and be a family.  Is this just a control tactic or does he really love her?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard

Molly discovers there is Sherlock Holmes RPF (Real Person Fiction) on the internet.  She’s shocked to find that someone called Sherlolly4vr74 has been writing fic about her and Sherlock, and they seem to have a dedicated fan base.  Some of the stories are very sweet and romantic, some of them are hot enough to give her NSFW ideas.  Who is Sherlolly4vr74 (Is it Anderson?  Mrs Hudson?  Mary?  John?  I bet it’s John.) and is Sherlock aware of the stories?  -  @darnedchild

Eurus has been known to put on a persona and disguise to get close to people for information – she was Faith for Sherlock, E and the psychiatrist for John.  What if she had also spent some time around Molly prior to the events at Sherrinford?  What information would she have gleaned about her brother and his pathologist?  -  @darnedchild

Can they be R rated. Because I feel Sherlock would not muck about, with telling Molly what he would like to do to her, he would not use cute little names for all her female parts and would go into great detail, like all his cases. She would be his very serious case. Yes he would most defiantly do a lot of research on pleasing her. Write it however you are most comfortable with.  -  @oliverfel4

Sherlock and Molly are getting married!  It’s time to work on the guest list for the wedding, and suddenly they are faced with the question—Do they let Euros come, or not?  -  @celticmoonbeam

Shipwrecked Sherlolly—Sherlock saves Molly from drowning.  -  Anonymous

Euros leads Sherlock to believe that he failed, and Molly was killed after the ILY scene.  Much angst ensues as he blames himself for her loss … but then we get to see the happy reunion scene when he learns she’s alive.  -  Anonymous

Moriarty trying to up Sherlock by sleeping with Molly, but the joke is on him, as Sherlock and Molly knew each other from secondary school/uni and were each other’s firsts.  They can be regular (exclusive) lovers too.  -  @mychakk

Mary as matchmaker.  At John and Mary’s wedding, Mary feels a little sad when they leave him alone to go dance (“What about you?”).  She decides to make it her mission to help Sherlock find a girl so he’s not alone anymore.  And this former agent has no trouble figuring out the potential between Sherlock and a certain Molly Hooper … (Up to you whether or not you want to throw in a Janine segue before she decides to set him up with Molly.  And feel free to cover Sherlock being shot!) -  @celticmoonbeam

Molly discovers she’s pregnant with Sherlock’s child at the worst possible time:  while she’s with his parents, being hidden away, and the two are pretending to be just friends.  Bonus if they figure it out before they’re told!  -   @penaltywaltz

After the events of TFP, Molly and Sherlock get closer.  Suddenly, though, he pulls away and starts flirting with a coworker of hers, sometimes blatantly in front of her.   It isn’t until an event at Barts that the truth comes out that it was all for a case.  -  @penaltywaltz

Molly finds out that as a child Sherlock liked the book “The Westing Game” and for one of his birthdays she arranges a vacation mimicking the plot of the book, even if none of them really fit the particular characters.  -  @penaltywaltz

Sherlock wants to make a gourmet meal for Molly for a special occasion, but he doesn’t seem to get it quite right.  Fortunately, a friend/relative is willing to help.  -  @penaltywaltz

Sherlock moves in with Molly and begins perusing her book collection, picking up random books that have interesting looking covers, and the next thing Molly knows he’s turned into a fantasy buff.  -  @penaltywaltz  *

Non-established Sherlolly.  Sherlock gets a hold of Molly’s phone one afternoon and can’t resist snooping.  He’s surprised to see a folder in her photo gallery marked “Special” and it’s all photos of him.  -  @penaltywaltz

Have you had sex? – After Euros asked that I somehow thought “Molly??” (as Sherlock says, Irene only texts him, he doesn’t reply).  Later it seems that Euros is the only one who ever has noticed that Molly causes some emotions in him.  So my theory is that something happened between Molly and Sherlock, it happened pretty recently, somehow (stressful night and they talked or they had some drinks and somehow one thing led to another) they ended up having sex; but Sherlock wasn’t good at dealing with it after or something urgent came along and he didn’t really consider Molly’s emotions, he ran off right after or in the morning, and that could be the reason why Molly didn’t pick up the phone first and was in a bad mood during the “ILY scene”.  What happened between them recently is the reason why Molly is a bit rude to Sherlock when he calls, and the reason why she gets so emotional and raw so easily over the I Love You thing, and why she so easily tells him to say it first.   Well, then when Sherlock says “I love you” he finally realizes fully that he really does love her too, and that he is capable of loving that way, and finally sees how easy it could be and what he could lose.  Then after this whole thing he goes to talk to Molly and explain things to her.  -  @lullikiish

Complete me as a person. — Scene that popped into my mind.  Irene has been texting Sherlock again, Sherlock in the end almost agrees to meet her for dinner, but as he’s walking out of his flat while Molly is there looking after Rosie he sees Molly in kind of slo-mo in the golden evening sun holding Rosie and being all sweet.  Maybe already something a bit has happened before between them, some flirting, etc.  The talk with John about a relationship completing him as a person is on the back of his mind.  He walks out, but midway down the stairs while taking his phone out (symbolically in darkness compared to that evening sun) he realizes that he misses that warmth and Molly, and realizes that is what completes him.  He takes out his phone and texts he’s not coming and then goes back upstairs.  Sees Molly all adorable and confused/surprised in this beautiful light and maybe goes to kiss her, etc.  -  @lullikiish

A post TRF fic, where Sherlock takes Molly with him, but they return to London a couple years later than in canon because Molly got pregnant along the way (or even twice), so now they are three/four of them instead of two?  -  @mychakk

Victorian “Hooper”lock—Molly in disguise as “Hooper” the man, and they work together on a case and sparks fly.  They flirt and all, and Sherlock can’t figure out right away that she’s a woman, and I think it might not even bother him that much.  -  @lullikiish

“We had chips.  She liked me.” – Sherlock in TLD.  What could have been had he and Molly gotten chips in TEH:  A kick to Tom’s butt.  Happy greeting (a hug at least!) at the end of TEH.  Quite a lot of sex with Sherlock instead of Tom.  Molly the best man’s date.  A (sophisticated. Or not) Molly/Janine cat fight for Janine hitting on SH moments.  Dancing, so much Sherlolly dancing (and no leaving early).  Probably no Shezza (Shezzer?)—which, hmm, is a shame (But maybe they’ve their own not-being-on-a-sex-holiday-but-sexing-a-lot time).  A real proposal to Molly.  Molly at family Christmas, maybe even a Christmas wedding.   Solving CAM without the threat of exile sharpens Sherlock’s deductive abilities.   No Norbury as Molly’s already expecting their first offspring, so Sherlock doesn’t taunt needlessly.  Mary as the Sherlolly baby godmother as she’s alive!  Culverton Smith is taken down by the duo of Mary and Molly while the latter gives birth there (because the ladies are awesome, plus Mrs H tackles him down).  John is so impressed he doesn’t look at any other women.  Molly’s big heart brings Eurus from her metaphoric plane the moment she steps into 221B, plus baby Holmes wins her heart too.  The Holmes family reconciliation and Eurus is in therapy instead of being a multi-killer.  Baker Street Boys Team continues while Baker Street Girls Team gives them a run for their money.  Mycroft asks Lady Smallwood out himself to her astonishment and internal squealing.  Mummy Holmes gets more grandkids than she could’ve imagined.  And basically, everyone walks happily into the sunset.  The End.  Please note, some things can obviously be modified.  -  @mychakk