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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Takiawase

2x04

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, dead bodies, cancer, nightmares

Author’s Note: This one is particularly depressing but it’s my favorite of the season so far. I think it’s really letting some dynamics fall into place and I really hope y’all like it!

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary : When a body is discovered in a meadow, the cranial cavity appears to have been turned into a beehive; Beverly secretly consults with Will on the mural killer case.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95

(not my gif)

You stood in Hannibal’s kitchen. The front door opened but you didn’t look up. You were eating some leftovers, nothing too big because you could still barely keep food down knowing what you did. It had only been a couple of days but you were still scared to go back home. You had been living at Hannibal’s despite your best wishes.

“How are the dogs?” you asked as Hannibal walked in.

“Fed well. Missing their parents.” You nodded.

“I think I’ll go back tonight,” you admitted. You looked up and ate the last piece of the leftovers off your fork.

“You’re dressed,” he observed.

“I’m going to see Will.” Hannibal gave you a look but you ignored it, putting the plate and fork into the dishwasher. You walked around the counter and grabbed your keys.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea. He heard about the judge, clearly,” Hannibal argued.

“I haven’t been to see him in a few days. I miss him,” you said simply. You were trying to stay in a neutral voice so as to not alarm Hannibal. You wanted desperately to see Will and you were going to do all you could to get there even if it meant fighting the only person who has been keeping you grounded the past few days.

“Come over for dinner then.” You gave him a narrow look.

“I shouldn't.”

“You’re just going to eat microwave noodles. I insist.” You walked to the door.

“I’ll think about it.”

“And Y/N?” You turned around, holding the door open.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell him.”

You didn’t show him your face as you shut the door behind you.

Chilton stopped you before you came up the stairs. You gave him a look but he gave you an even more alarming one. Your heart lurched. Did he know? He couldn’t know. But did he?

“Yeah?” you said, voice barely audible.

“Will is doing therapy with me,” he started. Your worry for yourself was quickly diminished by the worry you often had for Will.

“He’s what?”

“I’m only telling you because he’s probably going to tell you. And so you know that I’m doing what I think is right and Will signed waivers.” You scoffed.

“May I see my boyfriend now?”

Chilton let you pass and you walked down the hallway. The worry seeped right back into your heart. The worry that your hands had murdered somebody. That the past few nights you had woken up screaming and had to sleep next to Hannibal so that you could get a good night's sleep.

You walked up to the cell and Will stood up immediately.

“You’ve been gone a couple days.” You nodded and swallowed hard.

“And you are letting Chilton run tests now are you?” Your voice easily slipped into ‘protect Will’ mode. Perhaps it was the only mode you knew at this point. He gestured for you to sit on the white line and you did so. He sat on the ground just behind the bars.

“I remembered more things,” he said. “Hannibal was causing me to have seizures. I got Beverly to look for details in the murders. I’m now mostly convinced that Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper.”

You took a deep breath.

“That all?” you asked, laughing darkly. You felt a stab of guilt. “Hannibal was inducing seizures on you while I was in the next room?”

“Don’t think about it like that,” he muttered. “It was what you thought was best.” You shook your head.

“So what do you want me to do about this whole thing?”

Your voice was piercing and Will was surprised. That was the first time that he really noticed you in a while. Of course he noticed you, he had talked to you but he felt like at that moment he hadn’t considered how hard this had to be on you. The jail thing, the finding out your boyfriend could be a murderer thing.

And for that one moment Will knew you well again. And he saw right through you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You shook your head but you really desperately wanted to run over to him and hug him and fall asleep beside him. Your heart was aching.

“Nothing,” you said but you both knew it wasn’t convincing even to people who didn’t know you as well as Will did. You shook your head. “I can’t tell you,” you whispered. Tears pricked at your eyes and you regretted coming.

“Yes you can.”

You pointed above your head.

“Chilton would know.”

He looked up at the hidden audio recorders and Will had never hated jail more than in that moment.

“I’m sorry.” You shrugged.

“I’ll be okay.”

You both knew that was a lie.

You stared down at the body of the judge. His eyes were open but his body was dead. It was dead dead. You were trying to scream but nothing was coming out. You backed up, staring at the blackness around the body that became more disfigured as you stared at it.

When you looked above it you gasped and scattered back into the darkness. Hannibal turned around and moved aside, revealing Will hanging on antlers, impaled by them. You let out a loud sob and moved forward to grab him, help him down but his body was already limp. Your attempts to scream only got more desperate.

You woke up with a start. Tears were streaming down your face and you were finally able to let out a long scream that woke up all of the dogs. You looked around, feeling the bed for someone you knew wasn��t there. You were alone in the house.

The noodles you had eaten for dinner sat on Will’s side of the bed, half eaten. Your shirt was sweaty, sticking to your body desperately. You kept crying. You cried for the fact that you missed Will, that you were in this bed alone. For a minute you let yourself wallow in the sadness that had engulfed your life.

The dogs came to you but they really just wanted to eat your noodles. You got up and, still crying, got into the car.

You knocked on Hannibal’s door at 2 in the morning. He answered quickly.

Your eyes were still puffy and you looked exhausted. Hannibal wrapped the robe around him tighter when he saw you, clearly worried.

“Nightmare?” he questioned. You nodded and just like that the tears came again. It didn’t matter that this man had mutilated a body you killed. It didn’t matter that Will was so sure that Hannibal was the man framing him. It didn’t matter that you were pretty sure Hannibal was the man framing Will for murder. It didn’t even matter that by default he would have killed so many people in the past.

You hugged him and he hugged you and you felt safe to cry.

“Come, there’s still plenty of hours in the night to sleep,” he whispered. You nodded and followed him into his bedroom where you both laid down. Hannibal Lecter held you in his arms as you cried yourself to sleep for another night.

You walked into the morgue. Bags under your eyes were deep and it was hard to ignore them with the makeup but you were hoping that no one would notice. Beverly stood in the morgue where you figured she would be and you walked up to her swiftly.

She looked up, taking off her goggles and surprised to see you.

“Can I help you?” she asked. You shrugged.

“Not sure.”

“Let me give it a go. I’m surprised Jack let you in by the way.”

“He didn’t but my connection to Hannibal let me through security,” you admitted. She nodded and crossed her arms.

“Will told you to look for some things in the body in the color palette. Did you find anything?” She nodded.

“Actually, yes I did. But I’m not sure I should tell you, you’re not exactly authorized.”

“Neither is Will.” She nodded, shrugging.

“You do have a point there. The stitches holding the killer to his masterpiece were hiding stitches. The killer took his kidney.” You raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Like the Ripper.”

“You’re sounding like your boyfriend there Y/N.” You nodded slowly.

“I guess we’re always otherwise aligned.”

You walked into the hospital. The air was stale and you felt gross but you had to see someone you trusted and you at least trusted Hannibal to be Hannibal. You saw Jack Crawford step outside of Bellas hospital room and you walked up to him.

At the sight of you he closed his eyes.

“I can’t handle you right now,” he muttered. You shook your head.

“I’m not here to fight you,” you promised. You looked in the hotel room where his wife lay dying. Hannibal was talking to her quietly. “In fact, I’m sorry,” you muttered weakly. He nodded.

“Truce?”

“Only for today Crawford.”

He nodded and you nodded back at him and you both felt for each other. Two people who’s other half was meeting a demise that didn’t look good. Granted, Jack clearly had it worse. At least Will would live in prison.

Hannibal walked outside and you grabbed his arm. Jack went inside the room.

“Are you alright?” Hannibal asked.

“No,” you admitted.

“You’re sounding more and more like Will every day.” You hit his arm and both of you glanced in the room where Jack sat by Bella’s bed.

“Makes you appreciate what you have doesn’t it?” you whispered. “That and the dreams.”

“Where did you go today?” Hannibal asked.

“I went to see Bev. Will told me some stuff I wanted to get backed up.” He nodded.

“Chilton is no longer letting me treat Will. But you knew that already,” he said quietly.

“I didn’t know exactly that. Maybe it’s for the best. Especially if he still thinks that you killed all those people,” you muttered.

“Do you think I killed all those people?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know what I think anymore.”

Will was having a hard time knowing there was something you couldn’t tell him but still talking to you. It was clearly weighing on you as much as it was weighing on him.

“Hannibal ate the liver,” he whispered. You didn’t even have the heart to raise an eyebrow. All you could do was think about how tired you were.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember that day that Hannibal came to the house with the breakfast food?” he questioned. You shrugged and nodded a little bit. You picked at the white paint you were sitting on top of.

“Yeah sure. Wasn’t that the day you-”

“Yeah.”

“What about it?” Will took a deep breath.

“The breakfast he gave us…” he started and then it dawned on you. Your face showed some actual reaction this time.

“Oh my God.” He nodded. Your mind flashed with every dinner you had at Hannibal’s. Every time he had brought you lunch from his place. “Oh my God,” you said again and felt your stomach convulse.

Not only were you a murderer but you were also a cannibal?

You put your head in your hands and felt the sleep deprived tears rise up.

“Come here,” Will whispered. You looked up and gestured to the white line. “When has that ever stopped you?” he asked. You nodded and wiped your eyes and scooted over to the bars. You put your hands on the bars and pressed your head against it.

He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes.

“I killed the judge,” you whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. He pulled back and looked at you, surprised. But as Will looked at you he didn’t see a murderer all he could see was his girlfriend. His girlfriend looked more broken than he had ever seen her.

He moved forward again.

“Did you put him up like that?” Will asked. You shook your head.

“No.”

And it went without saying that Hannibal had. Will grabbed your hand tightly and he had never been so happy to touch your skin.

And you cried.

You just cried.

2x05

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em0avacado · 3 years

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The Beehive bookstore - Angel Reyes x OC (part one)

A/N : Hey! I know I kinda dipped for a little bit but, the holidays were jam packed and I hope you all had a good one. I’m gonna try to make a little series, I don’t have the whole thing planned out yet but I wanted to get to writing and posting anyways. So. here we are. Side note. Thank you for all the positivity i’ve gotten from y’all, your’re all fuckin’ great.

word count : 2.1K

trigger warnings : gun violence, mentions of blood, cursing? i think that’s it tho.

tag list :

@mayans-sauce

“What do you think of cocaine?” the question ran ridiculously loud in Eldrids ears, one that raised both concern and curiosity. Shutting the book with nimble fingers trailing over the inked pages, she furrowed together her dark brows as her gaze shifted to one of the other employees at the book store she managed.

It was a cute little shop, shelves lined every wall, even made little path ways between genres, easily explorable. A quaint shop tucked away in the nooks and crannies of Santo Padre. Easily accessible, if you knew where to look. An empty cart that was usually used to haul the new arrivals into place, but all that was done. There had been one customer in the last few hours, so it was really only Eldrid and one other employee, Asher. There wasn’t anything to do, so her nose was buried deep in another world.

“I beg your pardon?” she asked, her brows furrowed so deep it left faint marks in her forehead. Pushing her glasses up further the bridge of her nose, she set her book down in front of her, on the smoothly finished wooden counter where the cash register sat on.

Ashers eyes blew wide, scrambling quickly and putting his hands out in front of him. “woah, I meant - not like. I’m not asking if you want any or know where to get any.” he said, defensively. His hands kept up in the same stance. “I just meant that, well, what if our shop is a front for something... bigger?” he suggested, raising both brows. Eldrid shook her head at that, Asher always had some sort of conspiracy theory going, always believed aliens would take over one day, perhaps robots, thinks the world is gonna end up like some sort of real life version of the movie ‘Wall-E’. Some of the things this kid would come up wiyh were very out of the ordinary. He hadn’t been working at the shop for too long, a few months tops, he had gotten into college during those months but kept up his work there. A lot of the time he was able to study during his shift, and was paid the hours he was there. A sweet kid, looked rougher around the edges than he really was.

“I think that maybe you should get back to your studies.” she said with a soft laugh, watching as Asher, once again, protested, but shook his head instead. He set his notebook down.

“No, no. Listen, Eldrid. Look at it this way, in the nineteen eighties, about. The Orejuela brothers would run legitimate businesses, small, unexpected ones, as a front and to launder money they made while they ran drugs for the big bucks” he rambled on, earning another shake of the head from his manager. “c’mon you’ve never heard of the Cali Cartel? You have to have heard of them. The biggest, and one of the longest running cartels in the history of cartels!” he spoke with passion, an undeniable one, and he looked at her with his big green eyes, his hands out stretched.

Eldrid was about to respond, of course she knew what he was talking about, but she was interrupted, by him, and further utters of conspiracy. “How do you think we’re still paid, very well, hourly and over time, we get bonuses all the time, and there’s hardly anyone ever in here!”

She snapped her wandering gaze over at Asher again, having drifted to surveillance the shop shortly when the front door jingle, signalling someone entering. “not another word about it, Asher. Study.” she demanded, before turning her attention away from a quietly muttering punk at one of her tables.

“Good evening Mr. Reyes.” she hummed a soft greeting, seeing the grey haired man walk into the shop, followed by his youngest son, the only, of which, she’d met. Despite him only coming in as of recently, she knew him well, theyd chatter as he looked for books, she knew he preferred older pieces of literature and she’d started occasionally setting ones she believed they’d both enjoy, to the side. “and Mr. Reyes.” greeting him in the same polite manner as she did the older gentleman. Their town was small, and she heard whispers on the street, more so from people who took the shop as a quiet place to gossip. She knew Ezekiel had come out of prison not too long ago, yet he seemed fairly well put together.

The soft, kind smile never left the woman’s face.

“Hello, Eldrid. good to see you again, sorry for dropping in so late, Ez wanted to tag along again today.” the older one of the two apologized as she dove down, setting a stack of books on the counter before waving them both over.

“no need to apologize, we’re still open for another...” she trailed off to check the watch that sat on her wrist, it’s leather bands hugging it well. “half an hour so do as you please, these are a few of the newest editions that caught my eye, i figured you’d both enjoy these so have a look.” she spoke, watching as both men began to look through the pile, talking amongst themselves while she busied herself with other things.

“Hey, Eldrid.” Ezekiel started, several books tucked beneath his arm. “do you think that, if I come back Monday, this one would still be around?” he asked, his index finger stuck to a book that sat on the counter.

Raising her brows only to furrow them, Eldrid looked at the man incredulously, but nodding her head. “considering we aren’t open weekends, and are about to close, on a Friday, yes. i believe so.” she informed him, a hint of sarcasm lacing her tone.

“perfect, so I’ll take these, and be back Monday.” he said, and she nodded, ringing both through and wishing them farewell before she started, alongside Asher, closing up shop for the weekend. With her bag strapped to her shoulders, she locked the back doors, and the front ones, as both left the building. Going home for the weekend.

Weekends aren’t usually a huge deal for Eldrid, the shop had become like a second home to her, and never felt a lot like work in the first place. When she was in her little apartment, it was all about self care, and laying back with her dog laying on the corner of the bed as she did whatever she wanted during her time away from work. She wasn’t big on going out, nor did she have all too many friends, she knew one would expect more from a woman in her mid twenties to be more active with going out, but she preferred to protect herself and her peace. The next Monday morning, bright and early, El strolled down the street that led to her cozy little book shop. There shouldn’t be too much restocking, she wasn’t expecting any arrivals this weekend, so unless the boss was in during those two days, there wouldn’t be too much to do. Unlocking the front, and letting herself in, Eldrid headed to the back to start a pot of coffee for when Asher, or whichever employee that was to help her today, came in within the next half an hour.

She was in the midst of setting her bag into the shelf when several loud crashes interrupted the silence, dropping the the floor when she head guns starting to penetrate the front windows, glass shattering as bullets littered every corner of the front of her shop. She hadn’t realized that she had gasped, and held her breath, panting, she cradled her hands around her head, staying pinned to the ground until there was nothing but silence. Her ears rang loud, as sobs racked her chest, heaving, her panic set in heavily. She didn’t dare move until quite a bit later, when she carefully stood to her feet with tear stained cheeks. Shaking, Eldrid grabbed her phone and called her boss.

After three rings, the man on the other end picked up with a casual “Hello?”

“Mr. Galindo, it’s Eldrid Orejuela. Y-“ she was bound to continue but he interrupted her with a gleeful “Good Morning” and “How are things at the shop?”

“that’s actually what I was - I was calling you about. I just got in, and while I was making coffee.. uh.. There was shooting, and the windows are broken. I’m- I’m so sorry the windows are broken I don’t know what happened.” she stuttered a few of her words, being still shaken up. She was met with silence, then Miguel spoke up.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“no.”

“good. Have you called the police?”

“No. Did you want me to?”

“Please do so. I’ll be there shortly.”

After that, Eldrid hung up the phone to Mr. Galindo, and called the authorities, right after she hung up with them, filling them in, she dared to head into the front room. It was destroyed, bullets littered every shelf, lodged in many books, shards of glass laid in every corner. She placed a hand over her mouth, looking around, in complete shock. Her attention shot towards the door when the bell jingles, tears glazed over her eyes moments earlier. She didn’t recognize the man, but he wore the same vest that Ezekiel wore, though, he was taller, had more facial hair. He looked to her,she could’ve sworn that she saw a hint of concern in his eyes, but who wouldn’t.

“Um, I’m sorry, but we aren’t currently serving customers, there’s been... A minor set back.” she nodded, wiping her cheeks, and trying to sound professional despite the last few minutes.

“Clearly.” he spoke, in a ‘duh’ tone of voice. “are you alright? I saw vans speeding off while on my way in, figured I’d check if anyone was hurt.” he said.

“Thank you.” she said, feeling strangely drawn to him, the man was, a sight for sore eyes to say the least, his hands looked strong, his shirt hugging his biceps perfectly and the concern on his face.. Adorable, if he could be labeled as such. Eldrid tugged her cardigan tighter to her body, crossing her arms over her stomach. “I’ll be fine. Police is on their way.” she nodded.

Quickly approaching, the man caught her as her head felt heavy, then suddenly very light. On her way down, she had fallen into his arms, instead of on the shards on the ground. “maybe you should sit, did you get hit?” he asked, settling her on one of the chairs.

“no.” she muttered, rubbing her forehead, hissing at the pain that struck suddenly, very strongly. Pulling her hand back, she saw it had an all too familiar copper liquid staining her fingers. “I must’ve hit my head, when - when i was in the back I dove for cover and-“ she muttered, looking up at him when she heard the sound of police sirens echoing, hurting her throbbing head further. Seconds later, Miguel and Nestor walked past the threshold of the door quickly, looking for Eldrid.

“Eldrid!” Called out Nestor, someone who had been a friend to her for years, he alone, was the reason she had the job she adored, he’d set her up for it, suggesting the young woman to Miguel for the shop. He rushed to her side, kneeling in front of her carefully, he caressed her cheek, cradling her face in his hand. “are you okay? you’re bleeding.” he pointed oht, glancing up to the other man, his impression soured but returned to that same glance of worry when it shifted back to Eldrid.

“Paramedics are in the front, you’re getting checked out before anything else.” Miguel said, giving a nod to Nestor to take her out front. His eyes fixated on the man that had just had his hands on their Eldrid. She felt the tension, but couldn’t put her finger on it, with her head throbbing.

After a few minutes of getting poked and prodded, both with questions and medical supplies, she saw the man from a few minutes prior walk away from the scene.

“See ya around, Ellie.” he said as he walked passed her, she didn’t reply with much but a weak wave of her hand. Everything felt like a dream, it’d happened so fast, but also so slow. Nothing felt real. Did she really meet a man who saved her from further head injuries, and not get his name? Or did she imagine that? was her head really that out of place? Couldn’t be. Would she ever see this man again? Why was he there so early?

“It’s Eldrid!” She called after him, being met with only a chuckle.

#angel reyes x reader #ez x reader #mayans fanfic #mayans mc #fanfic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes fanfiction #clayton cardenas #nestor x reader

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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hey do you know any johnlock fanfictions, that are very slow burn and at first it's just sherlock being sad that him and john are never going to get together (maybe after the wedding or something) but have a happy ending? (possibly with 100k+ words)

Hey Nonny!

Ahhhh I like to argue that ALL my slow burn recs are especially painful, LOL LOL!! I didn’t have a lot of over 100 K ouchie-burn fics, so I’ve decided to quickly go through all my fics tagged “slow burn” and give you all the fics I KNEW gave me too many feels when I read them because of the burn!! So I hope that’s okay!!

And as always, Lovelies, I’ve certainly missed a lot of fics because of improper tagging or just too many sleepy nights skimming my bookmarks, so feel free to add your faves!

BURN SO SLOW IT HURTS

See also:

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

Falling In Love / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. || [MOBILE POST] (April 2019)

Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. / Falling in Love Pt. 3 (Nov. 2019)

Slow Burn / Dev Rel. Pt. 4 (Apr 2020)

Mutual Pining

Pining Sherlock || [MOBILE FRIENDLY VERSION]

Pining John

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M, 10,862 w., 10 Ch. || For a Case, Gay Bar, Pining, Coming Out, Slow Burn) – Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he's NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won't change anything between them. And then it does.

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w., 4 Ch. || Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Fix-It) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just...he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows. It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

Merlot by Itsallfine (E, 14,844 w., 17 Ch. || Christmas, Pining Sherlock, Wine, Slow Burn, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, Wine, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John work toward becoming something more as they prepare to host the Holmes parents at 221B for the holidays. Part of 25 Days of Fic-Mas 2015.

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w., 1 Ch. || Firefighter AU, Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, H/C, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favour. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock's consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock's mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It's a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.

Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w., 4 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance, Humour, Masturbation, Love Declarations, Bottomlock, Brief Suicidal Ideations) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w., 5 Ch. || Fake Rel., Roadtrips, Slow Burn, Mummy Holmes) – “You love your mother, Sherlock?” John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk. “Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856 w., 15 Ch. || Sickfic, Angst with Happy Ending, Case Fic, Self-Harm, Slow Burn, Jealous Sherlock, Body Image Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional H/C, POV Sherlock, Oral / Anal, Thong, Frottage) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a "harmless" virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w., 4 Ch. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (T, 31,987 w., 11 Ch. || College/Uni AU || Professor John, Ph.D Student Sherlock, Pining John, Poetry, Falling in Love / Slow Burn, Light Angst, Happy Ending) – John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M, 32,406 w., 6 Ch. || 5+1, Slow Burn, Fluff / Angst, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers) – A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w., 7 Ch. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157 w., 4 Ch. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w., 4 Ch. || H/C, Injury, Slow Burn) – When John's left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she's about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism, BAMF!John, Slow Burn) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w., 12 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Case Fic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage, Angst, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Spas / Massages, Shampoo, Jealousy, Fake Relationship) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w., 9 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

The Pieces That Fall to Earth by Itsallfine (M, 49,513 w., 84 Ch. || S4 Fix-It, Epistolary, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Parentlock, Past Abuse, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Questioning Sexuality, Mental Health Issues / Therapy, Angst, Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock have hit rock bottom, but with all their armor stripped away, they can finally speak honestly, seek healing, and find the truths that matter most. An epistolary post-s4 fix-it fic. Now complete. (This fic is rated T except for one very clearly marked and easily skippable chapter, which is rated M.) Part 1 of The Pieces that Fall to Earth

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

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

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., 12 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary, Selective Mutism) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing...and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes... and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they're both so very, very rubbish at talking.

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w., 14 Ch. || Rich Holmeses AU || First Kiss / Time, Holmes Family, Virgin Sherlock, Anal, First Meetings, Bossy Bottomlock) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family's private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it's time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w., 26 Ch. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Wars We Fought, Things We're Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w., 10 Ch. || Post S3 / Post TAB, Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST/URT, 3G, Mild Peril, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case, Protective Mycroft, Infant Death Pre-Story, Friends to Lovers) – Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w., 2 Ch. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it's all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by ivyblossom (E, 62,006 w., 25 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || First Person Sherlock POV, Pining, Angst, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Sherlock Learns About Himself, Happy Ending) – Sherlock struggles with his feelings for John, makes a mistake, and learns just how important he and John are to each other. Non-BBC Mary / John, but it’s a *complicated* relationship.

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

You Have Drawn Red From My Hands by J_Baillier (T, 67,085 w., 17 Ch. || Three Garridebs, Heavy John Whump, Hurt / Comfort, Pining, Heavy Angst, Case Fic/Adventure, Slow Burn, Sick Fic, Injury, Guilt & Depression, Just Talk Already Please, Medical Realism, PTSD) – John getting injured leads Sherlock on a path of guilt and revelations.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal, Autistic Sherlock) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w., 71 Ch. || Future AU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say:Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

Eyes Up, Heels Down by CodenameMeretricious (E, 107,845 w., 43 Ch. || Sports Equestrian AU || Fluff, Angst, Humour, Rider!Sherlock, Groomer!John, Show Jumping, Slow Burn, Happy Ending) – Sherlock is a top eventing rider currently training at Baker Farms. John is the new groom who's been told to steer clear of the surly rider and his horses. Part 1 of Baker Farms

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w., 215 Ch. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Colors by Quesarasara (E, 140,537 w., 17 Ch. || Pleasantville-Inspired AU || Soulmates, Colour Bonds, Alternating POV, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Case Fic, Medical Procedures) – Everyone on earth is born with eyes that see in black, white, and an endless series of greys. When you meet your soulmate, you finally see the world in color. We're all searching for the person who brings color to our lives. John and Sherlock are no exception. Part 1 of The Colors 'Verse

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w., 31 Ch. || Changeling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) – In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he's destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w., 28 Ch. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn't have much choice. There's only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

Sketchy by serpentynka (E, 184,053 w., 83 Ch. || Post-TRF, Post-Mary, John Whump, Slow Burn Love Story, Case Fic, Art, Porn With Feelings, Switchlock, Travelling, Career Change, Family Secrets, Illness / Health) – What (and who) will be left when nobody cares about your Work? A slow-burn fic with cases, places, mistaken identities, unfair choices, essential changes, violent feels, blatant lies, fearless portraiture, family secrets, high-risk bespoke gifts, durable friendships, bedtime stories, foreign travel and tongues, sickness (and health), and the significance of things which are slow to unfurl -- but cannot be ignored. Oh, and...porn. Part 1: Sherlock takes on an obvious case (barely a 4) and meets someone who will force him to re-examine what it means to see. Part 1 of Sketchy

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

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #slow burn #pining sherlock #Anonymous #long post #my fic recs #fic rec sunday

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lucarionycteus · 3 years

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Why You Should Respect Ash's Lucario OR Why Anipoke Shouldn't Push a Rivalry between Lucario and Cinderace OR I have no idea what to title my first Pokemon Analysis

Now, as you read this, I know what you're probably thinking. Nycteus, tons of people have already analyzed this new season of the Pokemon Anime and Ash's team. Why are you kicking this beehive?? Well, sit down for a minute, and hear me out on this.

Ash's team this season, is a big deal. This season and the Pokemon he has adventured with are truly something special. And while there's going to be time for me to cover nearly all of them in due time there is one in particular who spurred me into action to write this post:

Ash's Lucario.

This absolute unit, this powerhouse of character development, this loveable mothertrucker is what convinced me of Anipoke's quality. Quite simply put, this Lucario is my favorite Anipoke mon we've had in years.

Now, Lucarios in the Pokemon anime are nothing new: we've had approximately 20 billion of them (I counted). Although in the past, Lucario's were basically background characters, their trainers being non main characters who appeared for 3 episodes or little more. There were a few exceptions, such as firstly, Cameron and his Riolu/Lucario (who are adorable and underrated)

And secondly, the one we all know, the Lucario from the 8th Pokemon movie (No, I'm not gonna refer to him as Sir Aaron's Lucario, because he's his own independent doggo)! Now this Lucario in particular, from the Mystery of Mew, is well worth going into detail on because of his relevance to Ash and my current season Pokemon GOAT, which I'll get into. In this film, Lucario was from a time far in the past, long before trainers and Pokemon capturing existed. He had a human best friend, named Aaron. Well, more accurately, Aaron saw Lucario as a friend, but Lucario thought that Aaron saw him as simply his student, and treated him as if one would treat a teacher. This misunderstanding, along with several other events, leads to one of the most tragic stories in the Pokemon anime.

Aaron, who in this film is an Aura Guardian and fights to protect his and Lucario's home, suddenly finds that home being devastated by a war. Their home, the Kingdom of Rota, is connected to the Tree of Beginning, a spiritually significant tree in which Mew, the legendary Pokemon, lives. It's at this point that Aaron makes a bold decision:

Aaron decides to sacrifice himself, and before doing so, he uses his aura staff and abilities as a Guardian to trap Lucario in a protective sleep within his staff, thinking that Lucario will try and follow him and could lose his life as well. Lucario remains in stasis for centuries until the aura of one boy in particular, wakes him up: Ash Ketchum's. Ash's aura is so similar to Sir Aaron's that, when Ash is wearing a costume made to honor Aaron (an award he was given by Rota's current government), his aura is virtually indistinguishable from the hero.

This Lucario wakes up in the time period of Ash's and is confused and even angry at first, mistaking Ash for his former friend Aaron. However, Lucario then decides to help the boy (whose Pikachu had been mistakenly kidnapped by Mew to The Tree of Beginning) the two even become friends after Lucario was initially distrustful of humans. Lucario goes through great character development and learns to help Ash, even bravely protecting him and his friends from other Pokemon at the Tree of Beginning who don't understand why a human is there and aren't afraid of showing violence to Ash and his friends. However, what makes this Lucario's story truly tragic, is how he ultimately succumbs to the same fate that Aaron did: as all of the time Ash and his human friends spend trying to rescue Pikachu put the Tree of Beginning in danger and the only way to set it right, is for the tree to be given the aura of a true Guardian. Lucario offers selflessly to help, and Ash does too, as he now remembers what Lucario told him about his aura being similiar to Aarons. Ash bravely works alongside Lucario to revive the tree, but ultimately, Lucario shoves Ash to the side, not wanting the boy to sacrafice himself. Lucario smiles at Ash, and with that, he leaves his life... Someone who Ash had formed a true bond with, just gave his life to protect Ash and every other living creature at the Tree of Beginning by preventing the Tree's death.

It's on this exact stage, that we now transition to the 21st episode of the Pokemon anime. In this episode, Ash manages to do the impossible and inspires a Pokemon to leave its egg early in the Pokemon Center purely through the inspiration with which Ash gives it.

Yes, you heard me correct, a Pokemon that hadn't yet hatched from it's egg, is so inspired by the positive energy, his aura with which Ash gives off that it hatches. And this Pokemon, is none other than Riolu the baby form of Lucario.

This, is a huge deal. This is something fans have been waiting for years to see, ever since Ash's aura was strong enough to wake Lucario up in the Mystery of Mew. Ever since the bond Ash had with Lucario in that film, fans were waiting for Ash to raise a Lucario of his own. And he did it: He welcomed this Riolu into his life with open arms. And even better, this Riolu has recently evolved into a Lucario, single-handedly from the friendship between the two of them. And... The rest is adorable Pokemon history...

Now, after this amazing first showing, something has changed. The recent Pokemon episodes have been neglecting on developing Lucario and instead focusing on cheap jokes involving it getting angry with Goh's Pokemon, Cinderace (Goh being one of several new main characters for this season. Not only is Lucario being involved in these rude and mean spirited jokes, but it is now even implied to have a rivalry with this Cinderace!

Which makes no sense, as previously they were friends, not to mention that Ash has been shown to be more of a mentor to Goh, so it makes no sense for Goh's Cinderace to be bitter with Lucario. It would make far more sense for Cinderace to want to learn from Lucario, considering Ash and his Lucario are clearly shown to be so strong...

However, I will not harp on this point, as my friend Sunseeksday has already made a far more well written post than mine on why exactly a rivalry between Ash's Lucario and Goh's Cinderace makes no sense.

Hiya! I like to write stuff! (requests closed) — Why a rivalry between Ash and Goh WOULD NOT work (tumblr.com)

Now, after you've heard this long passioned ramble from me, I have a question: Does it truly make sense for Ash's Lucario to be forced into a bitter, meanspirited fued with Goh's Cinderace? No, it doesn't make sense, and its not what Lucario or Cinderace deserve. They deserve to have satisfying development that isn't forced...

So, you guys feel similarly, right? OK, Good.

Tags: pokemon journeys anipoke pokeani ash ketchum pikachu lucario goh cinderace

#pokemon #lucario #cinderace #ash #gou #goh #pokemon journeys #journeyshipping #alien 9 #passionate #anipoke #pokeani #anime

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banshee1013 · 4 years

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Suptober Day 13 - Ladies

Overall Title: The Road Less Traveled

Overall Rating: Mature (may change to Explicit, we’ll see how it goes)

Tags: Castiel/Dean, mention of Sam/Eileen, Jody, Donna, Post-Season 15, ExAngel!Cas, MostlyRetiredHunter!Dean, Road Trip

(Note: all ficlets are unbeta’d. At the end of the month, I’ll wrap up whatever I manage to get written, clean it up, get it beta’d, and post to AO3. So please pardon any mistakes!)

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CHAPTER EIGHT - LADIES

Words: 2191

“Next exit, Dean.”

He’s keeping his voice carefully neutral, projecting calm - but Dean knows better.

Cas is beside himself with excitement.

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They had stopped for lunch at a little diner in Myers Flats the day before, when Dean realized how close they were to the giant redwoods. They finished their meal and spent the rest of the day driving the Avenue of the Giants, stopping at several locations to explore or take pictures; even driving through the Shrine Drive-Thru Tree (which of course, Dean had to get a picture of Baby parked inside the Tree, immediately sending it to Sam).

It was a wonderful day, spent among beautiful ancient trees - but inside, Dean was freaking out.

Fuckin’ dumbass. How could you have just BLURTED it out like that??

It’s not that Dean regretted the question - not by a long shot - and was absolutely over the moon about Cas’ response.

But the way it had come out… UGH.

So, while outwardly Dean enjoyed the drive and the trees, and Cas among the trees (“Some of these trees are over two thousand years old, Dean!”) - internally, he was desperately trying to figure out a way of correcting his incredible proposal faux pas.

Adding to his anxiety over the whole thing - Cas hadn’t mentioned it again.

Not a peep. Not a word.

They spent the night in a cozy little cabin at a motor lodge in Phillipsville, both so exhausted they fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

The next morning, Dean had woken up to Cas coming back in the room, two steaming cups of coffee and some danishes from the motel office in his hands - and positively vibrating with excitement.

Setting the coffee and danish on the nightstand, he thrusts a brochure at him.

“While I was waiting for the coffee to finish percolating, I struck up a conversation with the proprietor,” Cas explained, “ and when I mentioned we were headed south she informed me about a large accumulation of wineries near our route. She showed me a rack of informational pamphlets on these wineries, and I found this one!” He gleefully pointed at the name on the brochure - ‘Beehave Winery’. “They make mead there, Dean!”

Dean vaguely recalls the term - isn’t that what they drank at Camelot or something?

Cas correctly interpreted the look on his face - “Honey wine, Dean!” He plucked the brochure from Dean’s hand, opening it and thrusting an eager finger inside. “And they have their own beehives!”

Well, beehives. Of course they were going to stop there.

Cas must have taken Dean’s silence as protest, his eyes dropping and his voice taking on a pleading tone.

“I know it’s farther inland, and that you wished to turn off onto Highway 1 in Leggett (Cas knew Dean’s route better than Dean did at this point), and I know you prefer beer to wine...”

Dean reached a hand to his chin, lifting it up to look into his eyes. “Hey, hey… it’s fine!” He set the brochure on the bed and stood, gathering Cas into his arms. “This trip isn’t just about me, sweetheart. We can do whatever we both want.”

Cas buried his face in Dean’s neck and sighed happily. “So, we can go see the bees, then?”

Dean laughed and pulled away, pressing a kiss onto his forehead. “Of course we can. Wine has alcohol, I can get behind that.”

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Cas peers at the map on the brochure, brows pinched in concentration.

“Turn left onto Silverado Trail.”

Dean takes the exit and turns left, following Cas’ directions. They pass a number of wineries with names like ‘Black Stallion Winery’ and ‘Reynolds Family Winery’, or fancier ones like ‘Signorello Estates’ and ‘Clos du Val’. Parking lots full of cars and wine tour buses, the road lined with grape vines as far as the eye can see.

“There! There it is!” Cas points excitedly at the sign for the winery by a small road leading up to a group of buildings off the road. Dean turns onto it and drives up to the parking lot, pulling into a spot next to another of the ubiquitous wine tour buses.

Cas hops out of the car and comes around to the drivers side, taking Dean’s hand and all but pulling him from the car in his eagerness. Dean laughs and squeezes Cas’ hand, slowing him down so he can close and lock the Impala.

“Calm down, angel. The bees aren’t going anywhere.”

As they approach the group of buildings, the buzz of voices reaches them, light and happy. They follow the sound to the tasting room, where a small but enthusiastic crowd is gathered around a long counter. A… bartender, Dean guesses… pours a light amber wine into an empty wine glass, passing it to one of the waiting customers, a bubbly blonde. A second bartender pours her companion - a slight, salt-and-pepper haired woman - a darker reddish wine into her glass. They turn to each other and tap the glasses together with a bright clink.

“Cheers, Jodes!”

Dean stops dead in his tracks, his arm yanked hard by Cas who’s attention is on the corner of the room full of bee and honey paraphernalia.

“Dean…?” Cas turns to see what brought Dean up short and follows his gaze.

“Is that… Sheriff Mills and Sheriff Hanscum?”

The ladies turn towards them… and it’s Jody who recognizes them first.

“D-Dean? Dean Winchester?” she says, stammering in surprise.

“What about Dean?” Donna asks before following Jody’s shocked gaze. “Oh my! DEANO!”

She all but launches herself at him, Dean dropping Cas’ hand just before she envelopes him in a huge bear hug.

Cas manages to grab the wine glass from her hand before it ends up all over Dean’s back, as Jody approaches at a more sedate pace. “And Castiel! What brings you boys to Napa Valley?” She quickly lowers her voice. “You boys on a case? Where’s Sam?”

Dean extricates himself from Donna and turns to give Jody a warm hug. “No, no case - Cas and I are on a road trip,” he says, laughing at the expression on Cas’ face as Donna squishes him as well. He rescues Donna’s wine glass in turn, and hands it back to her when she’s done mauling Cas.

A flurry of conversation erupts - “Fancy meeting you here!” “What are you ladies doing out here?” “How are you boys?” “Dean and I are doing quite well, thank you.”

“So, where’s Sam?” Jody asks again, accompanying Dean and Cas as they head to the counter to get their own glasses of wine.

“He and Eileen are… hunting. Yeah, that’s it.” Dean waggles his eyebrows at Jody.

Donna bursts into a gale of laughter. “Oh I betcha that’s what they’re doin’!”

“C’mon, let’s getcha some wine and let’s go find a place to catch up.”

Dean gets a glass of the dark red wine, Cas the amber one, and they head to a table in the corner, away from the noise of the bar.

“So, what are you doing here?” Dean asks them again.

“Oh, we’re here on a wine retreat - ‘Cops and Corks’.” Donna jabs a thumb back at the group gathered around the bar. “I dragged Jodes here last year and we liked it so much, we came back!” She points between them. “What’s this I hear about a road trip?”

“There has not been very much activity since Chuck left,” Cas explains. “There’s still the occasional hunt but Sam and Eileen took the last one, and Dean was bored.” He takes a sip of his wine and his eyebrows raise.

Dean chuckles. “Like that, do ya, sweetheart?” His eyes immediately go wide as he realizes he just outed themselves... to Jody and Donna.

The girls don’t even blink an eye. “That’s really great,” Jody says, her voice warm. “You guys deserve it.”

Dean isn’t sure if she’s talking about the trip… or his inadvertent admission.

But… would it be such a big deal if they did know? Donna and Jody are family.

And Dean was done hiding his affection… his love… for Cas.

He reaches for Cas’ hand and gives it a squeeze. Cas turns and the smile he gives Dean lights up the room.

The conversation continues on from there - the girls are doing well; Alex has finished nursing school and is doing her residency now; Patience is still having visions but not as much anymore, she’s off to college and doing well; and Claire is still… well, Claire. Still going on the occasional hunt, still missing Kaia. Cas’ face falls at this news and vows to visit with her, turning to Dean for support and Dean nodding in agreement.

And for some reason, the motion of Cas looking to him like that brings back the anxiety of the botched proposal.

Their wine glasses are empty, and Dean sure could use another (although he’ll never admit to actually liking it - if asked, it’s just alcohol. But it’s actually pretty tasty).

“Who’s up for another round? I”m buyin’.” Donna and Cas are in deep conversation over the applications of knives over guns or something, but both absently raise a quick hand.

Jody tilts her head, her look inscrutable. “Sure, I could use another. Need a hand?”

Dean realizes that yes, he could use a hand - and not just with the wine. He nods and they set off towards the bar, empty glasses in hand.

“So spill, Winchester. What’s eatin’ you?” Jody asks as soon as they’re out of earshot.

Dean swallows nervously. “Well, I kind a spilled the beans about me and Cas back there…”

Jody takes both wine glasses in one hand and places her free one on his bicep, giving a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, and I’m glad.” She snorts and drops her hand. “And frankly, it’s about damn time.” She arches an eyebrow at him. “So, what of it?”

They reach the bar and place their orders. Dean sighs.

“Jody, I fucked up.”

Jody’s brows pinch in concern. “How so?” She looks back at the table, and Dean follows her gaze. Cas looks up at them, gives him a soft smile and a wave. Dean waves back, his heart in his throat.

Damn it, he loves Cas so much. How could he have fucked up so bad?

“Doesn’t look like he thinks so.”

Dean turns back to Jody, shoulders sagging. “Jody, I proposed to him.”

Jody’s eyes light up and she lightly punches his arm. “You dog! Congrats!” Then her face falls. “Oh, shit… he said yes, right?”

“Yeah, he said yes.”

Jody squints, puzzled. “So, how did you fuck up?” Her eyes grow hard. “You better have meant it.”

Dean’s eyes snap to hers. “Yeah… hell, yeah, I meant it!” He bites his lip and sighs. “But… I just blurted it out, Jody. No grand gesture, no nothin’. Just ‘Cas, marry me’. UGH”

He startles at Jody’s sudden peal of laughter, then grabbing his arm. “Oh Dean, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.” She stops laughing but her eyes are still dancing. “So, he said yes, right?”

“Yeah….?”

“Then you didn’t fuck up, Dean!” She gives his arm another squeeze. “You did just fine!”

“But…”

“NO BUTS,” she cuts him off sternly. “He said yes. You’re golden.”

“Jody, he hasn’t said anything about it since I asked.” Dean feels a pang in his chest - saying it out loud making his anxiety all that more real.

She shrugs. “Dean, he’s an ex-angel. They’re very literal creatures. He probably thinks it’s a done deal.” Then, she chuckles. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he thinks you’re married already.”

Dean gives a wan laugh, and picks up his and Cas’ refilled wine glasses, Jody grabbing hers and Donna’s; and they head back to the table.

The uncertainty is backing off some, but there’s still some lingering doubt, and Jody’s mom instincts must pick up on it.

“Listen, Dean. Just because you asked and he said yes, doesn’t mean you can’t ask again - you could still do the grand gesture if it’s what you want to do.” She jostles his arm with an elbow. “I’ve seen how he looks at you, I’m pretty certain you’ll get the same answer.”

They rejoin Cas and Donna at the table. Jody hands Donna her glass, taking a sip from her own.

Dean sets the wine glasses down, and spins Cas around, pulling him into his arms.

“Love you, Cas,” he murmurs into his ear.

Cas squeezes Dean back. “I love you too, Dean. Always.”

“Ohmigosh, you two, get a room!” Donna chortles loudly, and Jody almost chokes on her wine.

Dean feels every bit of anxiety and uncertainty drain from him, and he laughs joyfully, leaning back in Cas’ arms. Cas’ smile is warm and wide, his eyes shining with love.

Releasing Cas but keeping an arm around his waist to hold him close, Dean raises his glass.

“To friends and family,” he intones, then looks down into Cas’ bright eyes.

“And to the future.”

He hears the glasses click as Donna, Jody, and Cas tap their glasses to his raised one, but he only has eyes for Cas.

#suptober20 #fic #art #Destiel #jody #donna #bees #wine

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justphilia · 4 years

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Mob Psycho Characters Playing Minecraft (Headcanons)

Shigeo

He starts with creative mode, just to get the gist of it, before finally heading into survival but on peaceful. Then he’ll do survival easy mode and just stay on that tier forever, until he feels more confident to up his game a little higher.

Only played because Telepathy club was playing and he heard the word “Mob” and was like; “Did you call me?” and the club goes “nah fam, it Minecraft.” “what’s Minecraft.” Boom he plays.

Most likely to have a farm with a lot of cows

Has a dirt house/villager’s house on the first night and stops at just that.

Not much of a great builder

Takes forever to get diamonds

Dies often, but not too much. Just often enough for him to lose a few good iron pickaxes.

Always goes to bed once it’s night.

Most likely to have a pet cat

He just plays for fun, when he’s bored and stuff. So he doesn’t go as far as to defeating the ender dragon. He’ll travel to the nether though, just for potion making

But he does play a heck more when Teru’s around, or when the Telepathy club invites him.

He awaits for a frog update

Reigen

Jumps into survival hardcore right off the bat after watching one play through

Most likely to have a villager colony and farm

Makes a wooden house with windows and stuff on the first night with a furnace and a crafting table and a bed. The essentials. But he won’t stay in one house often and will move a lot

He can build, but he’s pretty amateur at it, he’s a fast learner though so he could easily replicate houses he see online

He’s the type of guy that never stops mining until he finds diamonds, which means he makes sure he’s at 13-11y in coordinates, has a shit ton of extra pickaxes, and stacks upon stacks of torches. Once he finds them goodies, he heads on home and repeats the cycle

He’ll defeat the ender dragon if he’s bored enough or when someone challenges/pays him to.

Same goes with The Wither

Will skip Minecraft sleep very often and will only go to bed when the phantom starts attacking

Most likely to have many many pet dogs, each one of them have name tags.

When he dies, he gets mad for a few hours, then jumps right back in. He doesn’t die all that often though, so he won’t rage quit.

He gets the minecraft books later on and you can see him reading it under his table time to time

Ritsu

He starts off with easy or normal without much knowledge on the game, probably only played because Shigeo introduced him to or Shou bugged him about it.

He’ll have a farm, but just for resources. Won't have much animals, mostly crops. He’ll live next to a village if there is one.

His first house will also be a dirt house, he’ll improve it overtime and add more levels and decorations. It can get very pretty in the end and he’ll be content to just stay and keep adding more to his house.

Not the best builder, but good enough for people to compliment it. He feels especially proud when Shigeo likes them, so he’s keen on building better and more.

He plans before he mines, calculates how many torches he needs and plans out what he’s exactly looking for, even calculates how many hunger bars each food item will fill before taking it with him.

If he gets really into the game, he’ll defeat the ender dragon, wither and head on into the nether. Not in that order though.

Will sleep if he doesn’t need to do anything

Most likely to have pets, perhaps a cat, or a dog, or a parrot. Only one though.

When he dies, he accepts it and moves on. Though, that would rarely happen.

Recently got into a forced Minecraft marriage with Shou. Is it forced if he enjoyed it though?

Teru

This bitch really just gonna jump right into survival just to flex on Shigeo.

Duh, of course he’ll have a farm. Will probably talk to the animals.

His first house is either borrowed from a villager or built with wood, but it’ll definitely not be a simple ass wooden house. It will be a nice fucking mansion, just watch him, he will. He’ll fight all the mobs he needs to just to built this mansion right off the bat, doesn’t even care if the first night he sleeps roofless.

Really good at building, because he wants to compete with Ritsu for fun and boast about it to Shigeo. Shigeo would just clap and be like “Wow so cool.”

“Thanks, made it myself, I can make one for you.” Shigeo declines, he’s an independent man, which makes Teru a mixture of disappointment and oh-my-god-you’re-adorable???

He doesn't plan when he mines, he just estimates and half ass some stuff before he struts into the cave. Sometimes he gets lost, but that’s perfectly fine.

Will defeat every mob boss and mob ever to show Shigeo he’s very powerful.

Doesn’t sleep, fights the phantom instead. Will sleep if Shigeo asks him to.

Most likely to have a pet cat, but he doesn’t mind dogs.

When he dies, he’s an angry baby and makes up some excuse as to why he’s dead. “I was distracted, didn’t see the lava. Whoops I guess ha ha no big deal.” But it is a big deal, he lost his diamonds, he wants to give it to his boyfriend but he cannot. Because he died.

Has yet to marry Shigeo in Minecraft.

Shou

Plays because he is a gamer. Survival hardcore ftw. He only plays multiplayer with Ritsu these days, never single player because he has been playing Minecraft his whole childhood and it gets boring on his own.

What’s a fucking farm? I take my food from my Minecraft husband.

Sleeps in a cave, but if Ritsu’s done with the house, he joins his bed with him and sleeps under a roof.

But he’s really really good at building, probably the best next to Serizawa. If you gave him the resources and time, he can recreate Seasoning City.

A concerning miner, jumps in with just torches and a pickaxe and somehow still survives (mostly because Ritsu always goes looking for him)

Could probably easily defeat the bosses because he has already done it so many times

Will only sleep when Ritsu is, which is almost all the time.

He owns every kind of animal.

He dies too many times because he really doesn’t mind, it makes Ritsu mad and that’s what keeps him going.

Shou was suffocated in sand.

“S H O U.” Ritsu yells at the boy next to him.

Was the one that proposed to Ritsu, invited everyone to the wedding; including Serizawa and Reigen.

Serizawa

Played while he was still hiding in his home, so he knows everything about the game when he finally played it with Reigen or the kids.

He loves farming, even the animals, it’s oddly calming to take care of something that won’t die unless he hits em.

He always collects resources first before he actually starts building a home, so he always sleeps in a cave or a villager’s house.

After years of experience, he became really good at building, he use to spend time recreating maps from other games. But he says Shou is better than him, the boy disagrees.

Yeah he mines, but he’s wary of dying when he heads into the cave, so he always brings too many torches.

Makes sure he is very very prepared before defeating bosses

Always sleeps in time, because Reigen said so. Well, because Reigen advised it, what a hypocrite am I right?

Doesn’t have pets, and even if he does, he always make them stay put at one place.

Doesn’t die all that often, almost not at all.

He pretends to not be good at the game when Reigen’s around, he mostly lets the other do what they wanna do because he loves watching his husband play.

“Serizawa! Look, I made the zombie villager back into a villager!” Reigen pointed, Serizawa smiles and nods. He already knew how to do that, but Reigen’s discovery makes it feel he discovered something new himself.

Tome

Bro this woman is so experienced to a point everyone consults her for tips.

She’s building up to find aliens in minecraft, even though they don’t exist, but she’s convinced they’re an easter egg or something.

No, she doesn’t farm. She takes em from the villagers, but she has a few beehives here and there.

She’s only mining to find diamonds as a peace offering to minecraft aliens.

One time she thought the Wither was an alien.

One time, she thought the phantom was an alien.

One time she thought the ghast was an alien.

Has died multiple times because she is careless, but she is never upset about it. Always jumps right back into the game immediately.

Parrots are her pets, because they f l y and d a n c e.

One time she thought the creepers were aliens.

She has this summoning circle made of redstone and torches in case there really are aliens.

She believes in herobrine and sometimes tries to summon him.

She thinks the aliens made the temples in minecraft.

Other Characters

Minegishi has so many bees and flowers and crops it’s almost covering the whole map.

Takenaka plays because it’s very quiet and calming

Shimazaki cannot play. He is blind.

Shou’s old resistance team use to play with him, now they sometimes play together as a trio when Shou is playing with Ritsu.

Mukai and Tsuchi play because Mukai wanted to, she has a lot of armor stands in her house.

Tsubomi does not play, she played once and didn’t enjoy it all that much, but she’s perfectly happy watching her friends play.

Emi roleplays in minecraft.

Mezato doesn’t play, but she likes watching minecraft videos on youtube, mostly the theories.

Everyone in the awakening lab plays, Kurosaki is fantastic at mining because she always knows which way are the mobs and which way are the diamonds. Asahi is an arsonist.

Minori once got invited by Shigeo to play, then she proceeded to buy minecraft and everything in it to impress him. Shigeo only congratulated her once. Contemplating buying the whole of Mojang, but she’s a good girl now so she won’t.

Hoshida plays to impress Tome. Too bad, son, she’s not into you.

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c4pricornc4ts · 3 years

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And so they leave, and they leave no letter. Epilogue

Read part one on tumblr here or read both parts on ao3 here!

They stand together, Philza swears he’ll stay.

The first month of living with Tubbo had its ups and downs. The boy quickly took to farming, starting several beehives in the unused field Philza had by the house. The boy had an affinity for gardening and had been slowly filling their house with indoor plants. Philza didn’t mind. After what they’ve been through a little color was always welcome.

Tubbo didn’t take the plants dying very well however. He’d look to Philza and ask what he did wrong, to which Philza would respond by gently guiding him to the nearest seat and telling him he did everything he could.

He loved to tag along and help Philza run their part of the markets. People took to the boy’s excitable personality quickly and before long he was being invited to events with other children. (Most were politely declined, Philza really didn’t like leaving him alone.) He went to school and was learning to read and write and all the things war did not.

To their town, Tubbo was another one of Philza’s chaotic adoptees. Extraverted and happy to talk for hours about his bees with anyone who’d listen. No one really questioned where he came from, and Tubbo was happy to avoid it.

The trouble came when they were home alone. Something as small as a pen drop sent the boy into a panic. Sometimes he’d attack Philza, forgetting where he was for a moment, then the second he’s calm enough to know he’s apologizing and sobbing while Philza forgives him over and over while holding him for hours. Other times he’d just hide. The boy would hide in the strangest places when he was scared and Philza was going gray from the heart attacks he gets when he turns the corner to see a teenage boy staring at him from on top of the fridge.

Neither of them talked about any of this, not even when it’s three am and Philza is stripping the teen’s bed sheets while Tubbo would dry heave in the bathroom after a bad nightmare.

The night before their first and hopefully not last visit to L’manberg is sleepless. Philza is startled by his bedroom door being thrown open, slamming into the wall so harshly he knew he’d need some paint later. Just as quickly as it’s open, Philza watches Tubbo throw his back against the door like he’s trying to keep something out.

Philza puts on his glasses and blinks until the scene was completely in focus. Tubbo looked exhausted. He’s breathing heavily, staring at nothing in particular as if he doesn’t know the other was in the room yet. “Tubbo what’s going on?”

He gets out of bed, grabbing his sword just in case there really was something outside. But judging by the lack of noise from anyone but Tubbo, he assumed this was the cause of a nightmare.

“Wilbur, h-he was he was gonna-” Tubbo stops abruptly when he processes that Philza was there.

He puts down the sword, and his heart drops. Philza begins to wonder just how much damage his oldest had caused. “Wilbur’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore Tubbo. I wouldn’t let him anyways.”

“What about Tommy?” He leans forward, easing off the door but still not getting up.

“He can’t hurt Tommy anymore either. No one can.” He finds his way over to the door in the moonlight and leans against it. Albeit a little more casually than Tubbo was.

Tubbo looks at him, and Philza can see how pained he was. The circles under his eyes were dark, and his face was concerningly pale. He places the back of his hand on Tubbo’s forehead, checking for a fever.

He draws his hand away and sighs in relief that he felt normal. So it wasn’t a fever hallucination. Just a painfully realistic nightmare. Philza could handle that. No doctors needed.

“It feels so real.” The brunette sobs out. Philza opens his arms, an invitation that Tubbo quickly accepted.

“You’re alright Bee.” He decides to guide Tubbo to his bed, his legs already hurting from sitting on the floor. It takes a minute to make the move, since the boy refused to separate from Philza even for a second.

“I know they’re gone. I saw them die. I saw dad die too.” He whispers once they’ve settled on the edge of the bed. “It just feels so real. I miss Tommy. I miss Wilbur too.”

“I’m so sorry Tubbo.” He hopes it’s the right thing to say. Even after raising three kids, he has no idea what to do right now besides hold him tighter. He really hopes it’s enough.

“We’re visiting tomorrow. Shit.” The boy curses, then he freezes and looks up to Philza long enough to stutter out a quick “Sorry.”

Philza laughs. “I think you should be allowed to swear about this.” Tubbo takes a deep breath, sighing it out and trilling his lips.

“I even miss my dad. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, no matter what terrible things he did he’s still your dad.”

“He was a good guy. The power got to him, Philza. He didn’t even remember me most of the time. I felt like I had already lost my dad and then I saw him die again and it-it just really, really hurts.” Philza cards his hand through Tubbo’s tangled hair. Stopping at the ends to gently pull them apart.

“You know, before the war Wilbur and Schlatt were good friends. I considered Schlatt one of my own boys with how often he was over here.” Tubbo looks up at him, tentatively wanting to know more about his father’s past. “Everyone in L’manberg will celebrate the deaths of our family. But we remember who they were. And that’s who we mourn.”

“Philza please never become president. I don’t want to lose you too.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. You won’t lose me. You’ve lost enough.” His voice falters at the end, his eyes clouding with tears. He started to see why Techno goes to such lengths to prevent order. Power changed people.

“What was my dad like as a kid?” Tubbo mumbles tiredly, closing his eyes and relaxing in Philza’s hold.

“He was snarky and loud and confident but he cared about everyone deep down. He was inconsolable when Wilbur fell in a frozen lake. No matter how many times I promised him Wil just needed to warm up.”

The winged man keeps talking about Wilbur and Schlatt long after Tubbo’s breathing evened out. Only stopping when he’s too choked up to continue. He lies Tubbo on the pillow next to his and tucks him in. There’s tear tracks down both of their faces and Philza considers postponing their trip another day.

Maybe the closure would help Tubbo sleep at night. Philza can only hope it will.

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“Philza? We need to go before everyone in L’manberg wakes up too.” Philza wakes up to a blurred Tubbo leaning over him, already dressed and ready for the day.

They get ready for the trip, Philza making breakfast while Tubbo does all the morning farm work. It’s cold outside and by the darkened clouds, it’s only getting colder. He wraps Tubbo in a warm coat only slightly too big on him and they grab their bags.

They visit the tree first, Tubbo says a eulogy for each of them, holding the paper he had written it on with shaking hands. Philza wrapped an arm around his shoulder, worried he’d collapse.

The boy finishes with a heavy sigh and looks up at Philza. Offering him a chance to speak. His mouth feels dry, he really didn’t want to say anything because nothing he’d ever say would be enough. No matter how much he stared at the paper where he was to write eulogies, he never found the words.

“I love you.” That’s all he wrote. It’s all he could say.

Schlatt’s grave is much different. There’s photos of him littering the area, Philza pulls Tubbo towards him and takes down the ones where his father’s face is torn out. The people can be angry, but Tubbo was hurting enough.

Tubbo turns around, staying close to Philza and looking up at the mural of his father. His expression is unreadable as he keeps staring.

“They hated him.”

“They did.”

“And yet, they made a mural of him, they gathered for his funeral.” The brunette tilts his head, heavily confused.

“People are given more respect when they die.”

“Why? Do they remember who he was? Did they care?”

“Maybe they always cared, just deep down.” He doubts it’s true, not many people in L’manberg were known to hide their emotions. If they had loved Schlatt, they’d say it. But it’s what Tubbo needs to hear. It’s what Philza wants to tell him.

They stand together, Philza stays.

#SBI #dreamsmp #philza #tubbo #angst #fanfic #c4pricornc4ts

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sunnyborabora · 4 years

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Adore you - Apollo!Jung Hoseok x Reader

You were chosen as the new priestess of Apollo. With your new duty comes the obligation of worshiping the god you are serving. But when Apollo finally comes to visit his new priestess, you are not the one worshipping anymore.

Apollo Hoseok x human Reader

Tags: Fluff, Smut, very explicit smut, size difference, virginity kink if you squint.

« Are you ready ? » You didn’t answer simply nodding your head not trusting your voice. The woman in front of you was looking at you closely, inspecting your clothes, even if you didn’t know why as the all purpose of this was to look as plain as possible. She brushed the thin white veil that was still in her hands, careful not to make it dirty. « Then we should be leaving, the priests are waiting. » You wish she could have let you a moment to say goodbye as you looked around to the other women. They had been what was closer to friends since you were forced to leave home a few weeks back. But it was too late as the woman was putting the white veil on your head, hiding your face to the world. You cried on your way to Delphi. Thankful for the veil to hide your sadness to the world. The cheers of the procession, and the music was so loud you couldn’t hear anything else. All you could see was the flaming sun through your veil. The temple of Apollo was gigantic as it disturbed the horizon line standing tall on top of the mount Parnassus. The sun was so hot today and you couldn’t help but think that it was on purpose. After all it was the 7th of Bysios, the anniversary of your God Apollo’s birth. It was such a special day, the day you will take the place of the previous Pythia in the great temple. The music had become louder and louder as you were coming closer to building as you started to distinguished the tall pole that erected from the ground. The music become more and more hasty as you felt the dancers and people in the procession getting louder. « Oh God of sun, Apollo, son of the great Leto and god of all Zeus, listen our calls. » You were shaking at this point. « To honor you, great Apollo, we are offering you a bride, young and beautiful, born in our great Delphi. » Suddenly it went quiet. The veil on your head was so heavy. « From your great beauty, and pureness, reveal yourself to your master, Pythia » You took of the veil, finally showing your bare face to the procession. But you weren’t paying any attention to them as you were blinded by the sun light. Everything hit you at once, the bees buzzing, the smell of the laurel that was everywhere. The music started back as soon as your face was reveal. They started moving apart from you, leaving you in the center of the circle. The music changed and you were feeling weird already as you started moving. Soon you felt like you didn’t control your body, like someone had taken control as you were spinning and stretch your body toward the sky as if you were looking to reach something you couldn’t. You were dancing and dancing, not feeling the pain in your feet, the heat of the sun, the burn of your lungs asking for air. Suddenly the music stopped and all energy left you as you collapsed on the ground. Everything went black. You woke up feeling a bit sick. You head was spinning a bit so you took a little longer to stand up. It was dark outside as you presumed it was nighttime already. Nobody was there as you looked through the column. Big veils were floating around your room. It was truly beautiful. You felt small and lonely, walking around the room. You knew you were going to spend most of your time alone, priests of Apollo having the least contact with you as possible as they were not supposed to covet the bride of Apollo and you were supposed to concentrate on your god only. You wandered around for a bit, stepping out into the center part of the temple that was not covered. The grass was fresh under your naked feet, and it smelled good. You walked around a bit more and find multiple beehives around and you understood. It smelled like honey. You felt better, like your energy had been restored. You still felt anxious, but who would not be at the idea of living with a god. You came back under the covered area, passing through the veil. You find on your bed a big plate of fruits and a large amphora. You came closer and saw figs, grapes and pomegranate fruits. It looked delicious. You took a fig and bite into it. You moaned at the taste. It was so good. You looked around you, suspiciously. You had the impression that someone was watching you. But there was no one. Just the dark, and the moon light illuminating the entire garden. You ate a bit more, not getting enough of the fruit. This night you slept well, your dreams full of sunshine and music. But you were stressed when you woke up. Today was the first day you will spend in the cave. And maybe, if he wanted you, your god Apollo would contact you. Your rôle was important, kings, princes, heroes and demi god were going to come and seek your help. What if Apollo didn’t want to ? What if nothing was going to happen ? But you didn’t have time to think more, as you needed to get ready. You wore a simple blue dress, wrapped around your shoulders, as a deep red veil was adorning your hair. You were guided by two priests, who were waiting for you on the other side of the temple. They didn’t talk to you, or even looked at you for long. It was going to be a lonely life, but you were ready for it and even grateful. There wasn’t much hope for a girl like you outside the religious ways. The cave was bigger than you expected. It was wet inside and the walls were covered in thine layer of water. It was cold. There was a stone, forming like a sort of throne, at the back of the cave. The priests stopped at the entrance not penetrating the sacred space. You, on the other hand, kept walking until you reached the stone. You climbed on it, the stone strangely hot and not slippery, finally sitting on it. You felt a strange sensation in your body, shivers running down your spine. You stayed here, not moving and weirdly enough, time didn’t seem long. You had no notion of time, but finally a man walked in. You had never seen him before, and he was not a priest. He was young, maybe a few years older than you. He seemed anxious and unsure of what to do. « Come closer » He did what you told him, bowing in front of you. « Pythia, I am Pyros, of Athens. -What do you want Pyros of Athens ? -I am at the beginning of a quest, an important quest. I can’t leave for the sea, without Apollo’s omen. » You felt a weird sensation on your neck, as if someone was holding it with their hand. Your veil fall on your eyes as you sink into the darkness. You opened your eyes again and you saw, not the cave you were in a second ago but the temple where you slept last night. A man was standing in the middle of the court, tall, so tall. Taller than any men you’ve ever seen. His hair were like made of light, pure blond, with gold strand shining. You walked toward him, unsure. It was true that Apollo was the most beautiful god. So beautiful you weren’t sure you were going to survive to this meeting. Where you even worthy of this ? His eyes were liquid gold, and it became more and more intense as you came closer. He smiled at you, his lips forming an adorable heart as he smiled. You took the hand he was landing you, yours so much smaller than his. « Nice to meet you priestess -Apollo », you whispered He bowed toward you, looking at your face closely. You blushed, but too fascinated to turn your gaze away. « Are you ready my dear ? -Ready ? » He smirked and pull you toward him. You felt his body against yours before not feeling anything anymore. You were back on your stone throne, but unable to move. You felt weird, as if your body was touched in all places. It was more contact than you’ve ever had. But you were too busy listening to the voice ringing in your ears to concentrate on that. It was his voice. And it was whispering you things. You didn’t know how many minutes you stayed that way but it seemed like an eternity to you. But when you opened your eyes again, Pyros was still here. He didn’t look like he had waited too long. Your vision was blurry, and you felt incredibly tired. « Pythia ? -Yes… -Have you seen something ? » You had not seen something… But you’ve heard a lot. And maybe Pyros should not leave for his quest just yet. You repeated your god words exactly like he had pronounced them. The young men seemed to trust you as his face fall in disappointment. But he nodded nonetheless. He bowed to you and told you he will sacrifice a sheep to Apollo in thanks. You nodded, hearing someone laugh in your head. You stayed until the sunset but no other heroes came to visit you. Coming back to the sanctuary, you stepped into the non-covered part. The hair was cold, and now that the sun was down there was nothing to make you warm. « Oh you are finally back ! » You turned around fast, so fast you almost tripped on your veil. « Oh ! Be careful priestess ! Let’s not get hurt ! » He came closer to you, grabbing your arm, helping you stand up. « God Apollo… What are you doing here ? -I wanted to see you of course ! After your first vision, some can be a bit confused » You weren’t confused. You actually felt fine. « I am just a bit tired. But I am fine. -The symbiosis was perfect, I have to say ! I rarely felt something, he passed his hand against your cheek making you shiver, so intense. Oh are you cold ? » You didn’t even have the time to answer as he is swinging a coat on your shoulders. It didn’t look like any animal skin you knew but it made you feel warm right away. « Thank you master -You’re welcome » he smiled again, his eyes disappearing in the process. « So, what do you think of the sanctuary ? -What I- I think ? -Yes. -It’s great… » He frowned, his lips forming an adorable pout. « Great ? -Yes ! I love it ! -That’s the most important then ! » He walked toward the inside, passing the white veils that were separating the court. You stepped inside finding him sitting on your bed. He was biting into a piece of meat, probably a part of the meal the servant of the temple had brought you. « Come sit with me » And you did. You waited beside him but he told you to eat. And like that you spent the night with Apollo. He devoured most of your food and complained about the lack of wine but soon remembered that we weren’t in a Dionysus temple. « You know, I personnaly know Dionysus, well he is an asshole » You laugh at that even if you knew you shouldn’t. r Apollo was kind and seemed to be way more approachable than you had thought. After this night where he had waited for you to fall dead asleep before leaving, he had sent the muses to keep you company. From time to time he would come visit you and play you the lyre for hours, both of you sitting on the grass, under the sun. But even when he wasn’t physically here, you could still feel him. After Pyrus, multiple men came to you sinking answers, and every time Apollo had greeted them with an answer. And every time you could hear him in your head. Feel him in your body. To be honest you didnt’ know how to feel about this. This is how you spent the last months. One day he found you chatting with the muses in the garden between laurel and roses. You looked breathtaking. Your time here had done wonders as you had taken weight now that you were eating enough. Your skin was glowing under the sun as your fingers were running on the lyre. You had nothing to envy to the muses around you. He could only see you. Your body stretched on the grass at the view of other gods. He looked toward the sky a scowl on his face. He could almost see his father drooling all the way up on his cloud. He was even imagining the reaction of other mortals. Disgusting. Weren’t you supposed to be his, his priestess, his bride. That was it, Apollo would not allow anyone he deemed unworthy to watch you, not even the other gods. You were his most precious treasure. You noticed Apollo standing a few meters away from you, and yous imply smiled at him. How could you not when the simple view of the god was making you full of happiness. You stopped smiling when you saw his expression. Him that was always so cheerful, was not smiling. He walked toward you and the muses, and with a motion of his hand dismissed them. You were now all alone on the grass. « Lord Apollo ? Is everything okay ? -No Y/n, I am quite displeased…. » You gulped. « Did I do something wrong my lord ? » Fuck why did you have to sound and look this obedient. You were always so good. What did surprise you and even him was how quickly he grabbed your arm and snatched you up. You simply gasped as he carried you away.

« What is happening ? I’m sorry if I did something wrong ! -You didn’t do anything, fuck- » You didn’t have the time to answer as he crushed his mouth against yours. It was so hard compared to your previous kiss. The same feeling that you felt during the possession during the first ritual. « Please, my Lord... -Anything you want my dear, I’ll do everything you want. » He was so tall, holding you like this, as he never been that closed to you before. « You are the one supposed to serve me, and look at this. I’ll provoked all the Olympians if you asked me to. » You moaned as his mouth attacked your neck, pleasure bubbling inside your body. It was all new to you, you didn’t know how to feel. This pressure started to build between your legs and every centimeter of your skin was feeling sensitive. « I should have claimed you a long time ago, as soon as I saw you dancing in front of my temple. I’ve never seen a most beautiful creature. Not even Aphrodite herself can compare to you. » You blushed hard at his word knowing that you were no comparison to the goddess of beauty herself. But his word sounded so real, you almost wanted to believe him. He kissed you again, as if he couldn’t have enough of your lips . Your breathing sped up slightly as his hands made their way down your collar to the neckline of your dress. You were basically wearing nothing, as he had made clear that he preferred simple dresses, white and fluid. You were okay with this, the weather always so warm that you didn’t need any clothes any way. You whimpered as he detached himself from you. « Open your eyes my love » You nearly shrunk back at the harsh gaze his golden eyes fixed you with. He looked frustrated... You whimpered again under his gaze, blushing. « Stop doing that love, you are going to kill me » You couldn’t help yourself but moan again. « Your power, love. You can get me on my knees just y a look, you know that. » He passed his hand in your hair. « So pure » « But don’t worry love. I am going to teach you all you need to know. Do you want this love ? You want to serve me completely ? » You were so mesmerized by his hypnotizing eyes that you didn’t answer. « Answer me. -I do, I want you to teach me. Please, my lord, teach me how to make you feel good, how to please you... » He groaned, the sound deep coming from the back of his throat. With all his might he detached himself from your body, taking a step back. « Take off my tunic » You watched him puzzled. « Come on love, take my clothes off » You came closer to him slowly, almost scared of touching him. Not that you haven’t seen him almost naked before. As much as your clothes, his did not a lot to hide his body. Why would you want to hide yourself when you are literally Apollo ? You were so small standing in front of him, and it was even more shocking when you touched his torso. His skin was glowing, as if he was cover in fine gold. You were realising slowly, what was happening. How you were so close from him, his utter perfection. One of his hand came and caress along your back. You shivered at the contact but you successfully took off the pin that was holding the thin material of his tunic. He was naked in front of you. You closed your eyes feeling so embarrassed suddenly. « Look at me, my love. » And you did, because how could you not. You watched his face, how his eyes seemed to sparkle with more gold than usual, how his blond hair were messy, falling on his forehead carelessly, how his normally cheerful smile was gone. His lips were slightly parted, glistening with saliva as he was licking them. Up until now, you had never noticed the fine golden line that adorn his skin like a tattoo. You started to trace it with your index finger not even noticing what you were doing, to mesmerized with his beauty. He looked at you with so much fondness. « Go on, touch me more » he encouraged. You had no idea what to do. Your education had been about poetry and theater and music. But now you wished the muses you stayed with had touch a word to you about this. You made your hand slither down his chest, feeling his hard abs against the tip of your finger. You racked your nails a bit against the skin of his thighs, hearing him moan int the process. Getting confident you wasted no time in touching his groin startling him a little. He made a strangled sound and bucked up into your hand. You gasped as he twitched in your hand. It was so big and large in your hand, you were asking yourself so many questions. How was it gonna fit ? « Don’t worry baby, you were made for me. » he chuckled, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. « I wasn’t hopping for you to be so daring, love. » He said « It’s the first time hm ? That you are with a man ? » You bit your lip and nodded. « Then I should guide you a little bit. » He took your hands and guide you to the couch, sitting on it as you stayed in front of him. « I want you to feel how much I want you. How much passion you fill me with » You bit your lower lip. You dropped on your knees between his thighs and you see him twitch again, a strange liquid coming out of the tip. « Seeing you on your knees like this. » He didn’t even finish his sentence. He let his hands caress your shoulders, the strap of your dress falling down your arms, exposing your breast to his view. « Have you ever seen something so beautiful » He brushed his nose against your neck, kissing your pulse point. One of his hands came to rest on the side of your head as it allowed him to blindly explore your neck. He drew you up for another kiss. He smiled against your mouth, rubbing his nose along yours in an affectionate gesture. « Come on, » he encouraged, « I'm aching beautiful » You slipped your hand back between his legs, squeezing his member. Fingers awkwardly traced his shaft a little before passing your finger on the slit. You swallowed heavily and ran the palm of your hand up and down the underside, feeling the weight of his girth in your palm. A thick drop of pre-cum leaked out of his slit and threatened to run down his head. The liquid that was escaping the tip was like tinted gold, and you felt like you wanted to taste it. You licked your lips. At this rate you were throbbing with want and need. Your already dripping wetness became slicker and uncomfortable, so much that you were sure you could felt it on your thighs. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little - lips half open as a moan fell from them. « Love » He growled, « Your hand looks so small wrapped around my cock! » « My lord, I don't think it’s going to fit, » you said moaning. « Eventually it will.” He moaned, grabbing your hand. « Let's take these off, hm, so I can finally see you. » He helped you get on your feet, you dress definitely fall to your feet. He drank in your figure, his eyes sliding along your curves. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin. His grip his hard on you as he made you come closer to him. He kisses your tummy, his mouth not leaving your skin. « I can’t believe I am finally seeing you. All those weeks of seeing you wandering the garden, the temple. Maybe spent a little more time watching you that I should have » His hand slip between your legs and you gasped hard. « My lord ! » His fingers pressed against your most intimate part and you cried out. « You like that ? How I touch you ? -I don’t know ! I feel- » You just felt a lot of new feelings. He stopped and you wanted to tell him to keep going, but he grabbed your ass and put you down on the couch. Soft lips worshiped your stomach and hipbones with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue traced by your bellybutton, biting the skin around it, sucking, leaving marks. You moaned, interlocking your fingers his loose locks. « You have such a beautiful body » He praised sincerely, kneeling between your legs. « My priestess! That I had the pleasure to watch how much, oh I wanted you. How I knew if I didn’t claim you soon, other gods would steal you away from me. » He purred, lowering his head and nipping the soft insides of your thighs. You blushed and laid down flatly on the couch, legs spread and arms above your head. This whole thing was surreal and it took his lips on you for the first time to bring you back to reality. « Hold on love » he told you, standing up in all his glory. Your god, the one you were dedicated to, was here, ready to take you, all of you. He was glowing, radiating light. So beautiful, so godly. « We’re going to do this right » he told you, grabbing your thigh and squishing your flesh, « I won’t hurt my fragile little mortal » He smiled, his lips taking that signature heart shape and you couldn’t help but smile back. « I’ll make you feel so good » he smirked. His hand slithered up your thighs, bending toward you. You could feel his breath and it was making your skin tingle. He was spreading your thighs so much you were so exposed. Even if you knew what was coming, when he placed his mouth on you, you jolted at the sensation. His tongue was firm pocking your clit and swirling it around and it was overwhelming. « My god ! Please ! What- -Do you feel it my little mortal, do you feel good ? -Yes ! » You cried , not controlling your body anymore, your hips lifting trying to get closer to mouth. And he didn’t stop you. Quite the opposite, he hooked his arm around your thighs, pressing your pussy even closer to tongue. You were feeling something, something weird. « My lord ! Please, I feel something ! Something is- » He didn’t stop, and the tight knot in your stomach snapped. You were shaking in his arm, as you felt the pleasure completely taking over your body. « You taste so good love, better than nectar. -Please, lord, just- -No I can’t yet, you are too small for this yet, I need to prepare you » And with this he slipped one finger in. You gasped, getting on your elbows to see what he was doing. He was smirking at you, his mouth and chin covered in your slick. « I have to make you nice and ready right ? » He curled his finger inside you and you threw your head back. He slid his index finger completely inside your body easily with no pain. You moaned, moving your hips against his hand as Apollo guided his finger in and out. When he felt it was safe enough he added another causing a slight stretch. « That feels good! » « I know, » He cooed, curling his fingers and rubbing against your newly found sweet spot. He scissored you open gingerly. A finger rested against your swollen clit, circling around the sensitive bud. Apollo was a generous god, and he won’t leave you hanging more. You ignored how he did that, but the pressure inside you and his movement on your clit send you over the edge once again, this time so much more powerful. You were a mess of emotion. It was happening. He was finally going to embrace you after all this time. You tried not to question the situation too much, not thinking about the fact that he must definitely do this with every of his priestess. You didn’t have the time to think more when fingers became faster and faster, even adding a third one. You came apart so fast, stronger than before. You almost fainted from the strong feeling, your vision suddenly blurry. You thought you were going to faint from the sensation. You felt a liquid run down your thighs but you didn’t have the strength yet to look. All you could feel was his body shift. « Your so good for me, Y/n, the best » You opened your eyes slowly and saw that he was a mess. His eyes were almost black as his pupils were dilated, his hair were sticky from sweat, and he was covered in something, the same thing that had come from you. « I- I am sorry- -Don’t be. Really » Seeing how worked up it had got him you stopped. «I think you are ready now… » A shiver of pleasure ran down your spine. « I’ll force it into your thigh cunt if I have to anyway » And you weren’t doubting him. But you weren’t scared, even the idea of him forcing himself inside you was making your body tinkle. « Are you ready to be mine? » Apollo whispered into your mouth, nibbling on the side of your chin. « Yes » You agreed, raising your legs a little and keeping them on his upper thighs. You knew he was big, but feeling the tip slowly entering you was something you weren’t ready for. You gasped, crying and contracting. « Shhh, it’s okay. » He touched your cheeks, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. His lips were pressing against yours. You moaned in his mouth when you felt him completely. « You can’t even take me completely » He sniggered, looking at your small frame under his. You clench around him, slowly adjusting. He groaned his hands fisting on each side of your head. « How do you feel? » He asked, his voice tight. « Full... » Your hand glided on your belly and you moaned again when you felt the bump forming by his member. « Yes Y/n. You feel it deep in you right ? » You nodded, now eager for him to move. He seemed to understand as he started moving his hips slowly. You clutched his shoulders with your small hands, trying to stabilize yourself. « Y/n » he growled, « You look so fragile wrapped around my cock » Hands roamed his hands up and down your sides and clutched your hips. He brought your hips closer to his, and you submissively wrap your legs around his hips. You held onto his shoulders and braced yourself against his body, forehead pressed against his. His hands were clutching your flesh rocking your hips against his. « You don’t know what I am gonna do to you. -Please, Apollo ! -You are the one who is supposed to worship me. But look at me. As if I was going to leave you hanging my priestess » You shuddered at the idea. You didn’t know what was going into you, but you started moving your hips too, showing him you needed more. His member was so heavy inside you, you were stretch so good. Apollo growled and squeezed the flesh of your ass, bruising it. He ducked his head down and captured one of your nipple between his lips - sucking and tugging on it. « Lord Apollo ! Please ! » you moaned, your nails digging in his golden skin. « I know! » He gloated. « How does it feel to take your god’s cock ? -It feel so good ! » You agreed, feeling your orgasm building up for the third time. «Does it turn you on, Y/n, that every god of Olympus might watch you right now. » He purred into your ear, « Cum nice and hard on my cock, so that everyone, every god, satyr, men, spirit in this world knows that I am the one you are serving, I am the one who’s taken you for the first time and ruined your virgin pussy. » « Yes my Lord ! » you screamed. It was hitting inside you so good, you were dripping down his length, your mind was blank and you couldn’t think as the pressure in your belly snapped. You screamed, arching in his arms as he is holding you closer and closer. You squeezed him so good he had trouble moving inside you. But he didn’t stop and you rode your orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. « Please my lord...» You were crying from all the pleasure you were feeling. Apollo gave a breathy chuckle and planted his lips on the side of your neck lovingly. « Are you sore, little one? » He asked, « You are doing so good” « Gonna- » you moaned in response. « Of course you are. You are so good » He kissed you again this time with more passion. Your eyes closed, savoring the taste, and the feeling of having him this closed. He was pounding hard in your body. His head buried in your neck, and you could hear every of his noise. He hadn’t been quiet since the beginning but having him so close, hearing him moan and grunt your name. You were going to cum again, for what felt like the 10th time of the night but you felt him becoming sloppier in his trust too. Her orgasm twisted in her stomach and threatened to become unraveled. He was covered in sweat, eyes closed, his body shining, literally radiating light as he was cumming closer and closer to own release. « You’re glowing » He smiled at you fondly. Letting go of your ass as he put you back down on the bed. He took your hands in his and you felt a new connection. This position was so intimate, new. You liked it even better to be honest.

« I'm gonna cum, are you ready priestess » Apollo growled, « cum for me, cum again »

« I can’t ! Please » you cried, tightening yourself on his member.

« You don’t want to cum, but look your body doesn’t seem to want to let me go »

He moaned against your lips, keeping his movement as steady as he could but it was starting to get sloppy. He threw his head back, his hands clutching yours stronger. He was beautiful and for a second you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. You felt him, his member twitching inside you. Soon he was feeling you up, his seed overflowing your pussy, making of you an even bigger mess. You came at the feeling, eyes rolling at the back of your head, shuddering at the feeling. You felt him move but you couldn’t open your eyes. You were too tired. You just heard him whisper in your ear.

« Rest well pythia »

And he disappeared. You woke up in the morning alone, but the coat Apollo gave you was covering your body. The sun was high in the sky and no clouds were on sight. Apparently everything was good for the god of the Sun. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw the lyre laying beside your bed. You could recognize it anywhere. Picking it up, you looked at it carefully before clutching it in your arms. Your duty could wait a bit more.

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calitraditionalism · 4 years

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Arc One: Chapter Four

A call in the still morning air, and Mistface jolted awake. He looked back and forth several times before he caught sight of a dark brown shape approaching. His eyes still blurry with sleep, he stood up, stretched with the proper amount of ease and luxury, and sat down to paw at his face and smooth out his fur. He got the fluff around his neck tamed just in time to look up and recognize Beetlefoot.

The little tom stopped when he was close enough to be heard at a normal volume and set his front feet close together, tail up and ears perked. He looked just as overly-serious as before, but this time he was silent.

Mistface blinked in surprise. Then a smile spread across his face. He couldn’t help but tease, saying, “Don’t tell me you’re fond of us already. Or did you come back to chat up my mother?”

Beetlefoot wrinkled his nose. “Actually, I’ve been assigned to your brother as his personal messenger. He sent me to invite you to the Coterie gathering happening nearby.”

“That so?” Mistface tilted his head. “Ain’t heard about it.”

“Because you don’t talk to anyone, love.” Nettlecloud emerged out of a nearby bush. Several leaves were stuck in her fur and she looked like she was still half-asleep (though awake enough to snark at her son, Mistface noted). “Hello again, Beetlefoot! It’s good to see you.”

Beetlefoot dipped his head respectfully. “Hello again, ma’am.”

“What’s this I hear about a Coterie?” Nettlecloud came to stand beside Mistface.

Beetlefoot somehow straightened up further than he was already standing. “One’s going on a few minutes away. Greyleaf was taken to it, and he asked me to come and tell you he’s there and that he’d like to see you.”

“That exactly what he said again?” Mistface said dryly.

Beetlefoot gave him a sharp look. “Almost entirely, yes.”

“Behave, dear,” Nettlecloud said to her son. “You’ll have to go without me. I’m not feelin’ too well. Perhaps you can bring Greyleaf here afterwards.”

“I shouldn’t leave if you’re sick, Mama,” Mistface protested. And besides, he added to himself, there’ll be too many people.

“I’ll just be sleepin’.” Nettlecloud flicked her tail dismissively. “Ain’t a need to worry about me. You should make sure your brother’s alright, anyway. You know how he is in a crowd.”

Mistface couldn’t argue that. He withheld a sigh and nodded. “I’ll be back with him if I can, then.”

The walk north was silent and awkward, both toms not wanting to be the first to speak. Mistface was grateful for the gradually building sound of a community meeting as they went along. The closer they got to a patch of oaks, the more cats popped up in the grass or came to trot along their way. Mistface made a point not to look at any of them.

Soon enough, the toms stepped into the grove’s shade. Cats of all sizes, shapes and colors lined the branches of the trees and sat around the exposed parts of the roots, chatting to each other. Apprentices chased each other through the crowd and kits huddled in the grass that was just tall enough to conceal them, pouncing on tails or stray leaves. Elders sat together in the sun, sharing stories or snapping at a pair of wrestling apprentices.

The main points of interest were the clusters of nearly ten cats that were calling the attention of passerby. One group had a brightly-colored item like a beehive that was leaned on its side to expose the many shiny trinkets like stones or shells that this group, the Magpies, had collected to sell. Another was full of older cats telling the history of the Clan to kits, who listened with wide eyes and open mouths. These, Mistface knew, were called the Vultures.

This was part of the point of the Coterie gatherings. Where the families of the Clan existed because of lingering connections to the colonies from before the Union, these minor groups came to be out of the culture that sprung up when the Clans became one. Telling the stories and legends of the Territory, or recording history, or even just sharing items from all over the valley to those who didn’t travel much – all of this was what the Margays, Vultures and Magpies lived for.

Mistface was not impressed. He knew as well as everyone else that there were other groups that existed that just caused trouble, and they had just not been invited (though apparently the local tricksters, the Coyotes, were allowed to come, from what Mistface had heard once). These gatherings just tried to smooth out the knots and tangles that should have been apparent to everyone.

His eyes roamed, scanning for Greyleaf. It took him a moment to hear what Beetlefoot was saying to him.

“I need to catch up on news with the rest of the Fleet,” he repeated testily when Mistface looked at him. “Greyleaf should be with the leaders.”

Mistface blinked. “The leaders are here?”

“Sealstar and Pebblestar are.” Beetlefoot turned away to trot off at that brisk pace for a gang of cats that were either bulky and tall or slim and short. A few of them looked his way, but none of them seemed interested that he was approaching.

Mistface hummed and started walking again, sniffing the air, trying to catch his brother’s scent, only to be bumped into with such force that he nearly fell over. He barely caught himself and turned to glare at whoever this was that shoved him, and immediately paused to look up at the monolith of a white cat at his side.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” The tom’s voice was oddly high for someone as big as he was, and he huddled a little like a kit in trouble. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there, there were these apprentices -“

Mistface almost forgot his anger in favor of amusement. He shook out his fur and raised a paw. “Ain’t a problem. They must’ve been awfully big apprentices to push you around.”

“Oh, no, no.” The tom made a noise that sounded like an apologetic laugh. “I was just trying to get out of the way. There’s so many here, you know, and they’re all playing. I didn’t want them to bump into me and get hurt.”

Mistface eyed him. The tom’s fur was just thick enough that he couldn’t tell how much of the body was fluff versus muscle. “I’ll take your word for it.”

He intended that to be the end of the conversation, but the tom continued on, sounding relieved to have found someone to talk to.

“I mean, I guess it’s better me than Sealstar,” he said. “I haven’t seen him in a long time, and he somehow got so much bigger than before! If he bumped into you, he’d probably send you flying.”

“Hm,” Mistface said politely. “He invite you here, then?”

“He did!” The tom beamed. “I should have guessed he’d come all this way south for a Coterie, but I didn’t think he’d have some of us come with him!”

This wasn’t a surprise to Mistface. Even he knew how much the Plage leader loved these gatherings. Of course he would want to share that joy with the warriors of his family. The Plage spent so much time away from the bulk of the Territory, since they traveled to and from the coast, leaving them little time to mingle with the rest of the Clan.

“You’re Plage, then?” said Mistface.

The tom nodded. “My name is Laurelclaw.”

“Mistface,” said Mistface. He opened his mouth to say “pleasure talkin’ to you”, but he caught a familiar voice calling to him and looked over.

“There you are.” Greyleaf stepped around a pair of talking cats and greeted his brother with a headbump to the shoulder. “Sorry, I thought I heard you, but Pebblestar stopped me to ask a question.” He paused and looked nervously at Laurelclaw. “Is, uh… is this one of Beetlefoot’s comrades?”

“He’s Plage,” Mistface said, adding to Laurelclaw, “Could be a Fleet member, though, couldn’t you? Patroller or somethin’.”

Laurelclaw laughed apologetically again. “Well…”

“Excuse me!”

Mistface closed his eyes and braced himself to be forced to talk to yet another cat. This time, it was a warmly-colored tortoiseshell with the elongated features of a Hillock cat. She was practically tugging a tiny calico along after her. The three toms looked at each other curiously as the tortoiseshell came to a stop uncomfortably close to Greyleaf’s face.

“Greetings,” she said. “You’re the healer for the leaders, right? Greyleaf, I think?”

Greyleaf looked confused and frightened at the sudden attention. “Uh- yes. Is something wrong?”

“The opposite, in fact.” The molly puffed out her chest. “My name is Morningsky. This is my daughter, Littlepaw.”

“Hello,” Littlepaw said unhappily.

Greyleaf’s eyes flickered from the mother to the daughter. “Okay?”

“My daughter is a very prolific seer apprentice,” Morningsky said grandly. “She’s three moons away from earning her name, and already she’s been blessed by StarClan. Dreaming of them every night, receiving messages from them-“

“Glad she’s capable of doin’ her basic job,” Mistface said flatly.

“She’s one of the best, if not the best.” Morningsky looked at Littlepaw with an oddly self-absorbed sort of pride, appearing not to notice Littlepaw’s embarrassment. “I wanted to inform you about her so that she can have the opportunity to work for the leaders, like you do.”

Mistface eyed the apprentice. “And she looks real thrilled about that prospect.”

Morningsky didn’t even spare a glance at Mistface before speaking to Greyleaf again. “I mean, if a cat with no family can make it there, a proper Hillock seer should be perfect material for leader service.”

Mistface shared another look with Laurelclaw. The tom seemed worried as he watched Littlepaw shuffle uncomfortably.

“Uh…” Greyleaf looked like he wanted out of the conversation too. “I mean-“

By a blessing, a yowl rang through the forest. “The story is beginning! Gather ‘round!”

Littlepaw’s eyes lit up and she looked to her mother. “Can we watch?”

Morningsky’s enthusiasm dissipated. “I suppose for a bit.”

“Here, come with me.” Laurelclaw beckoned with his shorter-than-usual tail. “There’s a great spot, I can get you up into the branches.”

Littlepaw’s low mood was immediately gone. In delight, she followed Laurelclaw, her mother disdainfully tagging along. The three of them started for a tree a little bit away from the crowd. Mistface watched as Laurelclaw put his front paws against the trunk and helped Littlepaw climb up with about as much effort as it would take to lift a twig.

“You feel like watchin’?” Mistface asked Greyleaf.

Greyleaf sighed in relief. “After that? Yes, that’d be nice. We can talk after.”

Mistface walked with his brother around the quickly growing crowd. Neither of them cared to be among the masses, so they joined Laurelclaw and Littlepaw in the tree (which was indeed a very good spot) and watched as a group of cats make a half-circle, with one standing to the side and two facing each other. Mistface noticed Littlepaw’s tail jumping up and down excitedly as the cat on the side opened her mouth and began the story.

#warrior cats #steorra #arc one #chapter #story #chapter four #dullard #mistface #nettlecloud #beetlefoot #greyleaf #laurelclaw #littlepaw #morningsky #sealstar #pebblestar

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empyreanwritings · 5 years

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Sinful (4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mild angst, feelings of loneliness, anxiety, mentions of masturbation (lmao i’m sorry, those warnings together are a mess). 18+ only

Summary: It’s not considered homewrecking if you want both of them, right? Maybe not, but it sure is naughty.

A/N: This is sort of a filler chapter, but I needed there to be some sort of build up towards the conversation these three are going to have once BuckyNat comes back from their mission! Thank you for all the support on this story cause it’s what keeps me motivated to keep writing it! P.S this is isn’t a smutty chapter but this story is still only 18+. You should not be reading it if you are a minor.

Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated (: x

Sleep was something you didn't get a lot of often, but it was frustrating when it didn't come to you at all. No matter how long you kept your eyes closed, you never slipped into a peaceful slumber. There was nothing but black and the sound of your frustrated breathing. Wanda once told you to try slowing your own heart rate down through breathing exercises, but it all felt like a sham. Nothing you tried seemed to work tonight.

It was almost pathetic when you thought about the reason for your restlessness - you missed having Nat and Bucky. Which was stupid because you had only been with them for a few nights; it's not as if you had months or years to get used to having them around. You were being clingy, and you didn't have a valid reason for being so.

You kicked your blankets off you as you shifted off the bed. There was no use in lying there and stewing in your own sad thoughts.

You glanced at the clock and saw it was still only three in the morning. Everyone else in the compound was still asleep, so you didn't have anyone to rope into a late-night adventure. You could have woken up Sam, but you weren't in the mood to listen to another lecture about why being a third in a couple never ends well. You were well aware of all the risks. It had been something you thought about the minute the two of them left for the mission - leaving you behind.

Ugh, I sound pathetic, you thought to yourself.

There was a small 24-hour diner just a few miles south from the compound. It was just off an unpaved road, and most people passed it because it looked more like a fancy mobile home rather than a diner. You figured that would be a good spot to spend the rest of your night in.

Misery pancakes were always the best kind of food.

A playlist that had to have been made back in 2012 played over a crackling speaker in the corner of the diner. You were hit with a wave of cold air the moment you opened the door, but you welcomed the feeling. You hadn't thought about getting fully dressed, so you only wore a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie with a few questionable stains by the collar, but you hadn't anticipated how hot it was outside. You were sweaty before you even made it to the parking lot, so the air really had been refreshing.

You were the only one in the diner besides the staff and an old man who sat in the farthest booth. He was hunched over a plate of eggs and ate them as if he hadn't had a decent meal in weeks.

By the ragged looks of him, that assumption wasn't far off.

You took one of the stools at the bar and kept your head low until the waitress walked over to get your order. "Misery pancakes" almost slipped off your tongue, but you caught yourself just in time to tell her you wanted pancakes and a coffee. She gave you a look that you couldn't quite read before putting your order in. You wondered if a lot of people came in the middle of the night to eat their feelings. It seemed like a good place to do that.

The waitress - you finally looked at her nametag to see her name was Pearl - placed a mug in front of you and poured some coffee into it. You didn't need cream or sugar for it tonight. No, tonight was as black coffee kind of night.

Or was it technically morning? Time really didn't make much sense when you didn't sleep.

"Penny for your thoughts, hon?" Pearl asked as she set the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You shrugged. "It's kind of a mess. I don't think you'd understand; mainly 'cause I don't understand myself."

"Try me."

You snorted. Pearl was the type of woman who looked like she belonged in a diner - and you didn't mean that in a bad way. She was round in the face, and she wore pink cat-eye glasses low on her nose. She kept her gray hair piled on top of her head, almost like a beehive, and she had dangly earrings that were shaped like dairy cows. Her look made it seem like she stepped right out of the sixties, which might have been how long she's worked here.

You made a mental note to ask her about that later.

"There's this couple that I've sort of had a thing for since I met them," you chewed on your lower lip, unsure of how she would react to this information, "Both of them. Not one or the other, I wanted both."

She smirked, but she didn't say anything. She just waved at you to continue your story.

"We spent a night together. An amazing night, if you were curious, but then I thought that was it. I thought they got their fix of me, and it was time to move on! Then they said they wanted me to be theirs, which I wasn't really sure what all that entailed, but I agreed 'cause I really didn't want to let them go."

You stuffed a piece of pancaked in your mouth to keep yourself from going into too much detail about the nights you spent together. Pearl did not need to know about what a wet, needy mess those two turned you into. She'd probably think you were nymphomaniac. While you enjoyed sex, you'd like to think you weren't completely bonkers over it, even with Nat and Bucky.

"They left for a-" You paused. Was it a good idea to give away that you were an Avenger, if she didn't already know? "-small trip. They come back tonight, and they asked me not to change my mind about our arrangement until they came back to talk about it. I'm not even sure what there is to talk about, though."

"Well, what's the problem then? It seems like you have this figured out."

You sighed. "My best friend thinks I'm setting myself up to get hurt. They were a couple first and, well, they can walk away at any time and leave me behind without any real repercussions, you know?"

Sam's words stuck in your head even when you tried to kick them out. There was some truth to what he told you. If things didn't work out, they'd still be the couple, and you'd be left to work on your loneliness without their help. You didn't care much about what people would say; you just hated the idea that you could potentially get left behind. You sucked at dealing with that kind of loneliness.

You were frustrated to all hell because there was always a risk in relationships. In the beginning, you never know if the person you're with is going to be with you forever. Everyone is raised on this notion that love is worth taking risks for if you believe someone is your soulmate, so why was it such a big deal now? Because there were two love interests involved rather than one? How did that make any sense?

You took another sip of your coffee. Your head was beginning to pound with all your thinking.

"Sugar, it seems like you're overthinking," Pearl pointed out. "If these two want to be with you then you shouldn't worry about what anyone else says."

"But-"

"But nothing. Listen, you need to have a talk with them to figure out where you stand - figure out your boundaries. You don't need to think about what your best friend thinks or stress over what could happen. You know why?"

You smiled. "Why?"

"Cause anything could happen! A meteor could strike this diner with all of us in it right now. Someone could die in their sleep somewhere on the other side of the world. Aliens could try and take over New York City again. None of us stress over these kinds of things because there's no use. If they do, it's just a silly excuse to be miserable, and let me tell you, there's a lot we can all be miserable for. Doesn't mean we have to be."

You sat back in your seat, surprised that you hadn't thought about any of that before. She gave you a quick pat on the arm, topped off your coffee, and stepped away to check on the man in the corner. There was a glint in her eye that told you she knew she was right. About everything.

You slipped your phone out and stared at the blank message screen for a moment. It was still early. The odds of either of them being up were slim, but you needed to talk to them, even if it was only for a few seconds.

You: How's the mission?

Bucky: Boring. Nothing's happened yet, and I'm pretty sure this lead was a dud.

Nat: What are you doing up?

You: Couldn't sleep. Went to a diner for late night pancakes.

You snapped a pic of your half-eaten pancakes and sent it to them. You were never the type of person to take pictures of your food and post it everywhere, but this seemed appropriate. There was a slight chance they didn't believe you actually snuck out of the compound for pancakes.

Bucky: Want to talk about what's keeping you up?

You: Not really…not until you guys come back. It'd be silly to talk about it now.

Nat: Do you want to be distracted instead?

You: Yes.

Nat: Yes, what?

The heat was already starting to pool in your belly. You clenched your thighs together out of habit. How they managed to get you soaked through a text message was just a testament to how phenomenal they were.

You: Yes, ma'am.

Nat: Good girl. Now, I want you to go into the bathroom and get yourself off thinking about us. Make sure you stay quiet…don't want to disturb the other diner patrons.

Bucky: And yes, we want pictures of your panties on the floor as proof.

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yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy · 4 years

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The Willow Maid

ok so I interupt my regularly scheduled things for another thing that @waiting4inspiration is doing their #mythsandlegendschallenge and I chose The Willow Maid with Floki because I haven’t written for him yet and I thought this would be fun. This story is very, very, loosely based on this because you know me, I like to take something you know and twist it into something unrecognizable lol. I have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing but I’m passed the point of caring. Also, I’m on winter break from school SO I FINALLY GET TO PLAY CATCH UP on writing stuff. So you’ll get to see updates like crazy for the next two weeks. @inforapound wanted to be tagged too. And if anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know.

The Willow Maid

In the dark cave a strange glowing woman appeared in the dust, descending from the deep roots of a tree that lined the top of the cave.

“Are you kidding me?! Floki, you stupid son of a bitch, “look over him”, “protect him” she said, no where did she say ‘if he’s stupid enough to go into a cave on an active volcano trying to find an epiphiny and reconnect with the old gods and gets buried under rubble- you have to dig him out!” She loudly bitched as she dug Floki out of the rubble, her hands becoming large and clawed to make her work easier as the tree roots descended from the ceiling to grab onto more rubble to help their mistress.

Once she unearthed him, her hands returned to normal as she used the glow illuminating from herself to see him before she revived the breath of life in him by picking him up and sharing a breath with him, touching her forehead to his before he seemed to breathe in anew, his lungs gasping for new breath before his eyes opened and looked at her for a confusing second before he passed out again.

“Great.” She grunted as she kept his frame up with hers before she turned to see a cross in the darkness before she spitefully spit at it, her spit sizzling and glowing red as it ate at the cross marking the grave before it itself was eaten up. “Well this is no place for anyone, living or dead, home we go then.” She groused begrudgingly as she reached up to grasp a root as the root then grew down and surrounded Floki in a cocoon before she disappeared into a green glow in the tree root before the cocoon was brought up and traveled with her as she used the network of trees and their roots to go home, traveling faster than lighting, her magic carrying Floki through as well. Her home was the largest tree in the world, hidden in a forest untouched by man since the beginning of creation.

Once she was back in her home tree, the cocoon opened up and carefully laid Floki down on a bed of soft cotton before she took his clothes off, discarding his leather and furs with disdain as she assessed the health of her “guest” before medicinal herbs and mushrooms of all kinds grew on the wall next to her before she used a sharpened stone fashioned into a knife to cut all that she needed before she used a stone pestle and mortar to make a medicinal paste before she applied it to his wounds, using strips of cotton to keep them in place and milked some poppy by his head to ease his pain before she put a cotton blanket over him to keep him warm while he recovered.

“Stupid son of Adam, cursed to be unhappy no matter what and always looking for something you don’t know and not having any business looking for it to begin with.” She spat as she washed her hands in an ever flowing sink, a bubling waterfall filling a natural basin made out of wood and using a natural soap she made herself to do so before she went ahead and changed out of her silk and cotton blend outfit and bathed herself in her private quarters since she had gotten quite dirty digging him out and despising being filthy- she bathed and washed herself and cleaned out her nails before she intricately braided her hair, her naturally pointy ears sticking out on the sides of her head as she looked into a polished mirror at herself, making sure her unsettling perfection was unmarred before she got redressed in another outfit. Her clothes had natural uncut gemstones sewn into the fabric as vines grew in the embroidery, flowering and perfuming the air around her like a natural perfume, pleasing her senses since the stink of that son of Adam was defiling the air of the room she put him in, their imperfection filling the very air around them. Ugh, with every generation sons of Adam and daughters of Eve had they took another step away from perfection. Thankfully she was only a half step away from perfection herself since she was a daughter of Lilith, her father being a spirit creature himself, she was born with wings, that looked like tattoos drawn onto her skin, but otherwise she bore her wings on the pointed tips of her ears. Sons and daughters of Adam and Eve had those round ears.

“This is the last time I’m doing anything like this, it’s too much trouble.” She continued to complain with a look at the glowing light that filtered through the tree like canopy above her head that served as a natural ceiling to the “room” that was made out of a massive tree, fruits of all kinds from all over the world dangling enticingly at their various stages of ripeness just within an arm’s reach as she looked them over discerningly before picking a few and eating to her satisfaction before she went to her “kitchen” an ever burning fire in a hollow “oven” made of petrified wood that was like stone so the fire did not go anywhere else in the tree before she made herself busy grinding heads of wheat and other grains that grew on the walls like a mosaic to make bread as a few chickens continued to cluck as they hunted for bugs among all the fruit and vegetables growing everywhere as she gratefully gave them a few adoring pets and coos and took a few eggs from their nests to put into her dough and cut a little bit of honey from a honeycomb from a beehive that was in the corner- the bees themselves pollinating all the blooms and fruits in the ancient tree- to add that to her dough before adding in a few handfuls of ripe berries before going over to a goat that was happily munching on the foliage of the tree and got a bowl full of fresh milk from it, patting it and thanking it for its contribution too as a stew cooked in an ancient iron kettle in her ‘oven’. She let the dough ferment in a wooden bowl close enough to the fire to stay warm and rise before she made herself and her guest some tea, hers was simply for taste while his was for healing before she returned to her “guest”.

Her moving about the room, her bare feet padding along the velvety bark that made up her floor, like it was covered in one big pussy willow seemed to wake him up as he grunted and groaned and tested his limbs, his own injuries stopping him before he cracked an eye open and looked at the strange woman on the other side of the room as she poured him a cup of tea into an old but supremely well made tea cup.

“Where am I?” He croaked, looking around and not recognizing anything.

“You’re in my home.” She answered.

“Who are you?” He asked as he looked at the strange woman who came over him and offered him a cup as the bed itself moved his body to sit up.

“You may call me Rayth.” She stated as she handed him the cup. “Drink.” She urged before she went back and got a cup of her own tea before a chair grew out of the floor for her to sit in next to the bed but well out of reach from him.

“Rayth,” Floki repeated before he did as he was told and drank the tea but grimaced at the taste. Despite it having milk, berries and honey, it was clearly medicinal as Rayth drank her own tea.

“How did I get here?” Floki asked curiously.

“I brought you here, as a favor to Helga and Angrboda who asked me to save you.” Rayth answered.

“But they’re…” Floki tried to argue.

“Dead, yes, I know, they passed over into the next plane, I reside between all the planes.” Rayth explained as she gestured to the floor and then to the walls and then the ceiling.

“They called from one into the other and I answered.” Rayth explained before she had another sip of her tea as Floki frowned in confusion as he tried to make sense of it.

“So..you’re..one of the gods.” Floki slowly pieced together.

“Something like that. Sleep now Floki- son of Adam, you will need all your strength.” She advised as he drank more of his tea and felt sleep pull him down, a vine coming to catch his tea cup before it fell to the floor as his bed reclined again and he fell into a deep sleep before Rayth took the tea cup and dumped the remainder into his teapot before she left him to sleep.

“Thank you.” Came a little childlike whisper from the ceiling.

“You’re welcome.” Rayth replied before the light soon gave way to darkness, the leaves opening up to reveal the cosmos in the night sky.

#@waiting4inspiration #mythsandlegendschallenge #vikings imagines #Vikings Floki

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baronessblixen · 5 years

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Let’s Bee Together

This is for the awesome @realmofextremepossibility , destroyer of straws and my intercontinental everything 😘

Once upon a time she asked me to write this story for her: Set during IWTB: Scully comes home from the hospital to find a bored and restless Mulder has picked up an interesting new hobby: apiculture.

It took me this long to come through, but tada! Here we go. Tagging @today-in-fic

The sun is low as Scully steers the car towards the house. She parks, not caring how bad of a job she's doing. They've got enough space out here in rural Virginia. The warm breeze tickles her skin and she takes a deep breath. Home. Her steps are heavy as she walks up the porch. There's no sight of Mulder. She steps inside and is surprised how cool it is and how dark. Scully switches on a light, hangs up her coat and looks for Mulder in his office. The room is just as dark, abandoned and messy. That makes her smile. But he's not there either.

"Mulder?" She's shocked how brittle her voice sounds. She rubs her hand over her eyes, exhaustion at her fingertips. She switches into her comfortable sneakers and puts on Mulder's old sweater that he's thrown over a chair. It smells like him. The air is turning colder and licks at her skin as she walks outside. When she hears a buzzing sound, she's convinced she's going insane. Until, finally, she finds Mulder. If that man is indeed the man she's spent the last 15 years with.

"Mulder?" She doesn't dare walk closer to him. He's wearing… something. And he's surrounded by… bees. Lots and lots of bees. She rubs her eyes again, not certain she is here, is awake and not dreaming. But Mulder is still there, as are the bees, as is the buzzing. "Mulder!" she yells, needing him to explain what the hell is going on.

"Scully, hi." Even through the veil, she can see him grin. She'd never thought she'd see him like this. Mulder is in full gear. Veiled hat, full protective suit and boots. He's a vision in white and she'd laugh if she wasn't completely frozen. Not to mention confused. How long has she not been home?

"Surprise," he says, lifting his arms. His polyester rustles as he walks closer to her. He smells like plastic, the warm sun and honey. Scully can't do anything but stare at him. She can't even find her voice to ask him what all of this is about. "We have bees."

"I can see that," she says with a hard swallow. The bees seem content over there at their hive, buzzing happily around, not coming closer. But bees make her nervous, even after all these years. Her skin is itching under her clothes and she wants to go away, back inside, and never see these bees ever again. "Why do we have bees, Mulder?"

He shrugs, his smile spreading over his whole face. If she's honest, she hasn't seen him smile like this in a while. A long while. After the Monica Bannan case and Mulder's reinstatement as a non-dead and non-fugitive person, he's become restless. Scully thought he'd be happy to be able to go out again, like a normal person. Except Mulder has never been normal. Isolation has changed him. The first time she asked him to accompany him to a hospital function, he hesitated. Told her to go on her own and have fun. As if she couldn't have fun with him. She's waited years to be with Mulder out in the open. She dragged him with her, pleading with him, and he went. It wasn't a full-blown disaster, but close to it. After that, it was hard to get Mulder out of the house at all.

Now she realizes that his pale complexion has taken on color. His cheeks are rosy, healthy. His eyes are sparkling again.

"I was bored," he admits with a boyish smile. "You kept saying I needed a hobby. You were right. My novel is going nowhere and I wanted to do something."

"But… bees? Why didn't you tell me about them?" That's when his expression gets sheepish. He's been planning a surprise; she recognizes the signs.

"I thought I'd wait until I could present you our first homegrown honey. I had this whole thing planned." With a cheesy line about her and honey, no doubt. She smiles at him, feels guilty that she's ruined it now. She eyes the hive, the bees around it. "They're harmless," Mulder says, sensing her discomfort.

"They're bees, Mulder. Bees sting. You can talk all you want in your protective gear."

"I might have bought a suit for you, too. It was supposed to be part of the surprise. Do you want me to get it?" She shakes her head no and if Mulder is disappointed, he hides it well. He takes off his hat.

"You really know what you're doing there?" From her standpoint, it looks like he's got everything he needs. It looks, and she barely dares to think it, professional.

Mulder nods, stepping closer to her. "I've been reading a lot. I didn't want to go into it and not be prepared."

"How is it that you have no stings?" Has she just not seen them? When was the last time they've made love? The last time she's touched, let alone seen, his naked body? She gets home late at night, with Mulder already asleep. In the morning, when she leaves, he's still in bed. She's been missing everything. There's a beehive behind her house and she had no idea.

He shrugs. "I'm good at this, Scully."

"You're good at everything you put your mind to." She means it, too. Shortly after they went on the run, Mulder decided he needed to learn how to cook. It was the easiest, safest way for them to eat. And learn to cook he did. Every once in a while he still cooks for her and it's never been anything but excellent. She never would have thought he'd be interested in beekeeping, though. After all this time, she's still learning new things about him.

"You know," his whole face lights up in a smile, "there's a book called Bee Sex Essentials. That one really held my interest."

"Does everything come back to sex, Mulder?"

"Well, doesn't it? Anyway, it was the first book I read."

"Of course it was," she chuckles and Mulder continues.

"The title spoke to me but ever since then, I've been so fascinated by bees. Scully, these little insects are amazing." She takes his hand and smiles at him, hoping he'll keep going. How she's missed seeing him like this. His enthusiasm has always been contagious. He loves this. She sees it in the way the corners of his mouth twitch.

"I've been thinking about joining a beekeeping club."

"There are clubs?" He nods, a quick, excited movement.

"There's one not far from here. I'll show you later. They've got a website and everything. If you want," he adds, like an afterthought.

"I want," Scully assures him. "I feel like… Mulder, when did all this happen? When did you do all this?" His smile wavers, a shadow flickering over his face. She understands. She hasn't been home much lately. It's not just that they haven't made love. When was the last time they spent an evening together, doing nothing? When was the last time they talked, really talked? She can't remember and it's not Mulder's fault. Her whole life is at the hospital.

"I'm sorry," she says before he even gets a chance to explain. The simple words chip away at her and she feels a deep longing to hug him, to keep him close and not let go.

"I'm happy you love your work so much, Scully. I am. Seeing you as a doctor, doing something you love, it's… it's breathtaking. I just needed to find something for myself that made me feel the same way."

"And then you found the bees."

He chuckles. "I found the bees. It's a hobby, Scully. This is not my calling. It's a way to spend my time and do something so I don't… you know." She nods. So that he doesn't become restless or worse, fall into the cold abyss of depression. She shudders, thinking about it. Mulder draws her closer, shielding her from the cool air and her own thoughts.

"But how did you- where did all of this come from?" The fact that there are approximately hundreds of bees living in the backyard now makes her uneasy. She wants Mulder to be happy and she wants him to have this. But… does it have to be bees?

"I bought them. Well, I bought a nuc," he laughs when he sees her confused expression, "it's just terminology. And of course, I bought a queen." The pride in his voice is evident.

"You have a queen?"

"You need a queen, Scully. I have two, actually." He kisses her nose softly.

"The queens tolerate each other?"

"We'll see." He winks at her and takes her hand. Now she understands. She lets him lead her over to the small wooden hive. The buzzing gets louder the closer they get.

"Mulder, I'm not sure-" he puts a finger on her lips and then puts the hat he had on earlier over her head. It's too big for her but it will work for the moment.

"Aren't they just beautiful?" Squeezing Mulder's hand tight, she watches. Her fear vanishes with every second. The bees won't attack her. They're working. They're busy little bees, doing their job. A smile breaks across her face, the sheer joy of watching this little world overwhelming her. Mulder's eyes are on her face, warming her. He, too, is smiling.

"So what does my queen bee think of my… honey queen?"

"We both think you should come up with better lines." But she grins at him.

"Come on, let's go inside."

"Why?"

"It's getting cold and the bees don't need us here. I, however, would like to kiss you and we don't have the best track record when it comes to kissing around bees." He tugs at her hand and she follows him but stops him once they're far enough from the hive. The buzzing is a distant hum, like music.

"I missed you," she says, interlacing their fingers.

"I missed you, too." She feels like he wants to say more but doesn't. Maybe tonight isn't the time to have a serious conversation. Tonight is about sweetness, like honey, about starting to find a way back.

"This residency is… it's a lot." He nods, understanding. In all of this, in everything they've done since they went on the run all those years ago, Mulder has been nothing but understanding. Now it's her time. If Mulder wants to keep bees, then he will keep bees. Standing here with him, she realizes it's not him who is restless, it's her. She's been trying to sprint towards more, towards other things. Mulder is just here, trying to make a life. As unremarkable as it may seem. Ages ago she asked him if he ever wanted to stop, to have a normal life when their lives were anything but. Now, he's making a new life; he has settled down, with her. Bees and all.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asks with a hint of the impatience she knows so well. Hell, she even missed that part of him. She misses all of him. But she doesn't answer him and she doesn't let him kiss her. Scully gets on tiptoes and presses her mouth to his. There's a hum that gets closer and she breaks their kiss just as Mulder's mouth opens under hers. He mewls and looks disappointed.

"I think… Mulder, I think maybe one of the bees followed us." As if it were 1998 and not 2008, his hand sneaks to her neck, wanders along and under her collar. She shivers, goosebumps exploding on her skin from his simple touch.

"No bee this time." His smile is as gentle as the hand clasping her neck. He leans forward again and right before their lips meet, Scully moves away. "Scully," he whines. "I told you we should go inside. I'm not letting another bee stop me from making love to you."

They giggle all the way upstairs to their bedroom. They close the door behind them and find each other.

With no bee in sight.

#i did it!#this is for rachael #i know it could have been better #but the bees #the bees finally made it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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fanfic-shiz · 7 years

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Happenstance (A Tom Hiddleston Story)- Part Five

Part Five

The night of the gala, I was a nervous wreck. Which I had every right to be considering a grand night out for me was walking down the street to pick-up my Chinese take out food. Not a soiree filled with wall to wall famous people and their entourages. Mia, as per usual, had played stylist on me. The perks of rooming with a beautician. However, after about the 5th narrow miss with a curling iron against my face, she eagerly booted me from the bathroom when she'd finished. I have patience in many areas of life, but not hair and make-up.

While she finished getting ready, I stood in front of the full length mirror that hung from the back of my bedroom door. I smoothed the pleats in my skirt over and over again, chewing the inside of my cheek as I studied my reflection. Outside of the bright lights of the department store, and without the full effect of a huge mirror, I actually felt more comfortable in the dress. I took a deep breath let it out slowly, remembering what Mia had said. It was once in a blue moon that fancy dresses like this one were an option. So I might as well enjoy it before it went back into the closet for an unforeseeable amount of time. Besides, I did like the color.

As promised, I snapped a photo to send to my mom and sister before skipping into the kitchen to slip on my heels, feeling very much like Cinderella on her way to the ball. Though unlike Cinderella, I planned to be home and in pajamas long before midnight struck. Preferably with a box of pizza.

Mia waltzed into the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear and looking pretty in pink. We grinned at each other, and I felt a rush of excitement. I was wearing a pretty dress, I was with Mia, and we were going out for a night in New York City. I held onto that feeling as we hailed a cab and rode downtown.

My nerves slowly came back, though, as we pulled up in front of a huge shiny skyscraper. All around us, women in ball gowns and men in sharp suits were climbing out of cabs, or handing off the keys to their fancy cars to valet drivers. I swore I saw Meryl Streep but was too nervous to get Mia's attention.

"Relax, Stella. We go in, we drink, we schmooze, we go home. No red wine this time." Mia smirked at me, linking her arm with mine.

"No red wine." I agreed, hoping the actress who'd been the unfortunate victim of my wine spill during the last time I'd tagged along with Mia would be absent.

I concentrated on not falling on my face as we headed up the steps and into the building. It was an entirely different world, which made me even more aware of the fact that I was merely a visitor. Tables draped with deep purple and gold linens lined the walls of the room, all centered around a gleaming wooden dance floor that was currently empty. People milled about in small groups, laughing and chatting.

"There's my boss. Come on." Mia said suddenly, dragging me in the direction of the bar which I was more than happy to be headed towards.

I felt like my neck would be sore the next day, from all the looking around I was doing. My heart skidded to a halt in my chest every time I saw someone I recognized from TV or movies, making a constant effort to keep my jaw from falling to the floor. Mia looked unaffected, but I forgot all the time that was in contact with these sort of people every single day. She was the one who made them look so fantastic. I tried to imagine someone like Jennifer Aniston sitting down in a stylist chair and expecting me to cut her hair. I probably would've passed out and lost my job, and that was the best case scenario.

"Mia! Stella!" Rena, Mia's boss, beamed at us. Her cheeks were flushed pink from excitement, or maybe from the glass of chardonnay she held in her hand. "Get yourselves a drink! I saved us a table nearby." She flicked her dark hair over her shoulder, pointing to one of the draped tables. For a women of almost fifty, I was always in awe of how gorgeous Rena was. But I supposed you had to be in order to run a salon in downtown New York City.

"You can stay here, I'll get in line." I offered to Mia. She started to protest and I shook my head. "It'll give me something to do besides gawk at everyone."

Leaving Mia and Rena, I moved myself to the end of the line and spent the duration of my ten minute wait wondering if the person in front of me was Adele or someone with a very similar beehive like hairstyle.

When it was my turn, I leaned up against the polished wooden bar. The bartender, an older man with greying hair and a matching mustache, looked at me expectantly.

"Two glasses of white wine please. Pinot grigio if you have it."

He nodded and turned, grabbing two wine glasses from the rack behind him. I drummed my fingers against the countertop as I waited, trying to make sense of the colorful mural on the wall behind him. After just a few seconds of waiting, the bartender returned with two very full glasses of wine.

I raised my eyebrows. "That's a very generous pour."

He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a small small. "You look like you need it."

I smiled. "Appreciate it."

I grabbed a glass in each hand and turned, ready to make my way back to Mia. My eyes roamed the room as I walked, unable to stop myself from staring just a little. I brought one of the wine glasses to my lips and took a sip.

I immediately choked on it, though, as I caught sight of a familiar lanky figure with auburn hair and a smile that would make anyone in their right mind weak in the knees. Of course it was him, why wouldn't it be. Tom Hiddleston.

I wiped my chin and realized a man nearby was staring at me. I muttered an apology as I ducked my head and scurried back towards Mia, realizing a moment too late that Ryan Seacrest had just watched me drool wine on myself.

"Here." I shoved the wine glass towards Mia and she raised her eyebrows.

"What's got you all in a fluster?"

I shook my head, taking another gulp of my wine. I had my back turned to the rest of the room, not exactly sure why I didn't want him to see me.

"Is it Beyonce?"

I shook my head, taking another drink.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and surveyed the room. I waited for her to see him, knowing without a doubt that she'd put two and two together fast. And sure enough, her lips curved into a knowing smile.

"Oh!" She said, and her tone immediately had me digging my heels into the ground. "We should go say hello."

She grabbed my hand and I shook her off. "No, no, no. Absolutely not."

"Why?? You shared a cab, you're practically friends." She insisted.

I snorted with laughter. "Let's not be delusional. We're just two strangers in the midst of New York City who happened to run into each other. Twice."

Mia placed one hand on her hip, surveying me over the rim of her wine glass as she took a sip.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't look at me like that. Let's just, you know, go about our evening and not make a big deal of this."

She shrugged her shoulders, looking unconvinced. "Okay." She said too easily.

"I'm serious, Mia. This is not the time to play celebrity matchmaker."

"Understood." She said, giving me a sweet smile.

Not entirely convinced, I took another sip of wine in an attempt to calm my racing nerves. I had no idea why just the sight of him elicited that much of a response from me. Sure, he was good looking but I knew next to nothing about him. A memory of us sitting side by side in the cramped backseat of the cab, his blue eyes watching me with interest, pushed its way to the front of my mind and I fended it off. No, I wasn't one of those girls, I reminded myself.

I finished my first glass of wine a lot faster than I'd meant to and quickly grabbed a second. It didn't make me any less aware, though. I had to mentally kick myself half a dozen times after realizing I was scoping the room only because I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom. I was too aware of him and it was making me a little crazy.

Halfway through the night, feeling pleasantly buzzed, my stomach began to growl. I scoped out the appetizer table only to turn away with a frown when I couldn't pronounce half the items being served. I found Mia again, who was deep in conversation with someone about the best way to cut a bob or something blah blah and hovered awkwardly next to her before deciding to get some air.

A set of french doors on one side of the room led outdoors to a huge patio. I pushed my way out into the cool air, glancing around and glad to se the outside area mostly empty except for a few people smoking cigarettes. I moved to the railing, half empty wine glass in hand. We were only a story above the ground, but the city at night time was impressive no matter where you were.

I hadn't been there long when he appeared next to me, his accent more inviting than I wanted it to be. "Hiding?"

My stomach tumbled as I tried to steady my pulse which had sped up the second he'd appeared. I glanced up at him and my mind was wiped blank. It was all I could do not to stare. Damn, could the man wear a suit. He was smiling at me in that crinkly eyed way, hands in the front pockets of his slacks.

"Just needed some air." I answered.

"I can't blame you. These things tend to get a little crowded, don't they?" He said in cheerful agreement, glancing at the glass paneled doors behind us. I watched him, entirely certain I had never been so attracted to another human being in my life. It scared the hell out of me.

He turned back around and smiled softly at me. "So, the other day I shared a cab ride with the most adorable girl...who also turned me down when I asked her out. Imagine my surprise when I see her standing across the room just now. Looking gorgeous in a green dress. What are the chances, eh?" His blue eyes danced.

There was an eruption of butterflies in my stomach, battering to get out. "About one in a million, I'd say." I attempted a smile, feeling uncharacteristically shy in his presence.

"Must be very lucky then." He shrugged, his own smile growing.

"Must be." I took a sip of wine, draining the glass. Thank god for alcohol during times like these...when a beautiful British actor was flirting with you.

"So what brings you here anyways?"

"My roommate, Mia. Her boss owns a fancy salon and invites her every year. Her boyfriend's out of town, so I'm the plus-one." I explained. "And feeling very much like a fish out of water."

"Well, if it's any consolation you seem very calm. And you look stunning." He said and my cheeks flushed as his eyes flickered from the dress and back to meet my eyes. "The first time I found myself in a room with this many people, I about passed out."

I laughed. "For some reason I don't believe that."

"It's true." He said earnestly. "I wobbled around the room. Took about two whiskeys before I felt alright."

I grinned. "I take it you outgrew it? Or are you already two whiskeys in?"

I was entirely too pleased with myself when I made him laugh. "Outgrew it. Although that isn't to say I might need one before the night is through."

I tapped my empty glass of wine. "I might need a dozen more of these." The thought of going back inside was unappetizing, although there was a part of me that didn't see the need to go anywhere at all.

Tom suddenly paused, looking thoughtful. "I think I have a better idea."

I raised my eyebrows curiously but he was already speaking.

"You wanna bail?" He suddenly asked, giving me a lopsided grin.

"What? You mean leave?" I asked in surprise, glancing behind us at the room full of people. "Is that allowed?"

Tom shrugged. "Why not? You're uncomfortable, right? And to be honest, I could do with something to eat."

He was looking at me hopefully and I was trying not to give too much of my thought process away. It was tempting, but then I'd also be a hypocrite. The last time we met, I had made it clear: no actors or famous people.

He must've sensed my apprehension because he let out a laugh. "Stella, I'm not suggesting you come home with me. Just a change of scenery and maybe something to eat besides trays of fancy cheeses with names I can't pronounce."

I chewed my lower lip as I met his eyes. He seemed sincere enough, blue eyes honest but still playful. I let out a sigh of defeat. Oh hell, why not. "Fine, as long as it's okay with Mia."

"Leave it to me." He grinned, suddenly reaching for my hand and lacing his fingers through mine. I tried not to react to his touch, but the zap of electricity was impossible to ignore. If Tom had felt it too, he wasn't showing it as he tugged me through the crowd of people on his hunt for Mia. Finally, I spotted her near the bar. I pointed her out and we abruptly changed directions.

Mia's eyebrows shot up, glancing at our joined hands as her lips curved into a smirk. My cheeks flushed as I untwisted my hand from his grasp. I wanted to tell her it wasn't what it looked like and wipe that shit eating smile off her face.

"I wanted to borrow you friend for a little while, but was told I need your permission first." Tom was saying, eyes dancing with amusement.

Mie pretended to look thoughtful, wine glass in hand. "Hm...that depends. How wholesome are your intentions?"

As if I wasn't already red enough.

"Entirely." He answered easily. "Maybe some food, maybe a walk through Central Park. Stella's made it clear I'm not her type, although I'm still hoping I can change her mind." He was smiling, and I was feeling equal parts mortified and thrilled. Was I fighting a losing battle here?

"In the case, I hope your relentless as hell or it'll never work." Mia smirked. "See you later?" The look on her face suggested she was giving me an out, just in case this wasn't what I wanted. The problem, though, was exactly the opposite. I did want to leave with Tom.

"Don't wait up." I said with a tentative smile.

"Oh, don't you worry about me. Have fun!" She said in a sing song voice.

I felt Tom's hand on the small of my back as he gently steered me out of the party and into the cool night air. I shivered, and Tom was immediately shrugging off his jacket. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was already draping it over my shoulders.

"You're cold. Don't argue, just say thank you."

"Thanks." I said grudgingly, slipping my arms through the sleeve of the jacket. It was way too big and Tom let out a laugh, quickly coming to my aid and rolling up the sleeves just enough for my hands to peek through the ends.

"You look adorable." He quirked a smile.

I rolled my eyes. "I look like a hobbit. Where are we getting food?"

"Luckily for you, I know the best place in New York for food at this hour." He said confidently. Then, he linked my arm through his and the next thing I knew, I was strolling down the sidewalk in a daze having just bailed a very fancy party with a gorgeous man and for the life of me, I couldn't remember how my life had led me to this moment.

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Day 1: Which way does the train go?

We started on our first day with a very nutritious breakfast. Actually we were rather late because of that and only left our home at noon, leaving behind our home (and as a matter of fact Alex's girlfriend too who was kind enough to clean up the kitchen we left behind). Thanks to the Hitchhiking Map we had like a rough idea of where to go; there was a spot at the petrol station in Michendorf Süd, so we simply took the bus to the closest train station at Wannsee and decided to walk from there. About Michendorf I should not loose to many words but it is as sad as a little town near to Berlin can be.

It took us quiet a while to walk from there to the highway and when we arrived at the road we had to realize that it would not be too easy to reach our desired spot.

You see, every highway goes two ways of course so you always need to know in which direction you want to be going. In our case we had to cross the road to get to the other side but we were not sure how we should do that because there was no bridge or underground way nearby.

As an interesting sidenote: I also asked two girls who were from Spain, trying to hitchhike in direction of Magdeburg but their spot wasn't really well chosen and their behaviour probably too needy and aggressive so I personally thought it was not surprising many cars where passing by even though they were two pretty girls (little did I know at that point that it can take a long time to get a hike!)

They obviously had no idea how to get across the road either; but looked at us with big eyes of disbelief when we told them we wanted to cross the highway.

My mate Alex then took matters in his own hand, showing me a way across the road on Google maps which was definetly not there in real life though, at least not that we could see it. We still decided to follow the instructions and as we got closer to the railway that was crossing the highway we realized that there actually was a bridge to walk on, but it was obviously either unfinished or being repaired as it ended abruptly midway across the road.

Looking around we only saw one option to get to the other side: going over the railway bridge, which seems like a wildly unpopular option for anyone who wants to live. But we did it anyways: we had to climb up the construction side, leaving heavy machinery behind us and go up to the tracks, running over the bridge as quickly as possible. As aforementioned we had big backpacks on us so "as quickly as possible" did not mean "fast enough to escape an incoming train". Lucky for us though, no train interrupted our Indiana Jones Stunt and we were able to cross the train bridge without getting killed. Now that I think about it, the train could have been coming from the opposite direction too - there was a curve on the other side - so what we did here was already pretty reckless.

Not that we spend a lot further thought on that though. After unnecessarily climbing back and forth over a fence, we finally arrived at the petrol station - the only thing left was to actually find a ride. Our plan was to get to Warsaw, but we decided anywhere in Poland would be a good start for our first hike. Thus we simply wrote "Polen, prosçe!" On our sign. Alex wanted to simply hold up the sign at the exit of the petrol station while I decided to walk around looking for cars with a polish tag.

As I would have to talk to strangers all the time in the upcoming weeks I decided to warm myself up by talking to two German guys from Zürichy who were actually on their way to Berlin to a tattoo fair. They asked us why we would want to go to Warsaw, to which we only replied with a shrug and a smile. Why does anyone want to go to anywhere if not to explore?

As I made my way across the petrol station, my phone was ringing - barely 5 minutes after I started looking for cars - and Alex told me that he already found a driver to Poland who was willing to take us with him.

So basically, we had our first hike in around 2 minutes. Our driver was a man in his 60's, Stanislav or as he also introduced himself to us, Stanley.

You see, I strongly believe that in many cases, names have power. Regarding humans, I often feel that there is a certain stereotype attached to every single name and in one way or another, people who have particular names also often inherit certain traits.

In case of Stanley, he looked like how I pretty much imagined he should be with that name. He wore his trousers rather up high, had a striped greyish Polo shirt on him and, despite his receding hairline, sported a grey moustache a little aking to a Walrus. He was rather thin and though not being very tall the lack of widthness made him appear taller than he actually was. Oh and of course, he also smoked.

On our first ride being taken by a stranger, we were very curious: Do you often take strangers with you? No, never. Why did you decide to take us? He just looked at Alex's face and thought he was trustworthy. Where are you going to and why?

The funny part is, I didn't worry about where we actually were going until I was already in the moving car. Stanley told us he was going to Sczcecin, a place neither of us has ever heard about. As he told us it was a pretty place though and after a quick Google research we decided to just tag along, even though it was nowhere close to Warsaw. In fact, the first hour we ended up driving back through the center of Berlin which felt weird as we wanted to get away from here as quickly as possible.

Sooner or later we were on the highway again though and started to ask our Driver about his life. Turns out, his children had studied abroad in England but where in Sczcecin now for a family reunion. His wife passed away two years ago, but at least he found a new girl friend again to pass the lonely hours - (he even continued to show us pictures of him and his family on vacation which was unexpectedly nice). He was working in Berlin in Hannover in an engeneerig profession but the few English and German words he uttered were not enough for me to fully understand what his jobs was. The photos he showed us from big machines and control panels looked rather impressive though.

After about 4 hours, we finally arrived in Sczcecin and were greeted - by ships. The city turned out to be busy as a beehive due to the tall ships race that had been going on the past couple of days. And oh Boy, those ships were big! We desperately tried to get to know when the race would take place, hoping to be able to see these big ships challenging each other. Stanley didn't really understand our question though; as we later found out, the race already happened across the Baltic sea of course and Sczcecin was just the harbour for the ships to arrive.

Nonetheless, we were thrilled to see those beautiful big ships. There was even a big amusement park around! Stanley dropped us of close to the central station (in fact right in front of his home), we took some pictures and said goodbye only to see him some minutes later again as he forgot something in the car. We continued to walk around the town through the light rain (which forced me to wear my rain coat, becoming a big orange blob by appearance all of the sudden) exploring the buildings but nothing to extraordinary jumped on our eye yet. At the same time, we contacted several people via Couch surfing in Hope to find someone who would give us a place to stay. After several denied requests and some fast food in a MC Donald, a stranger named Sebastian messaged us, declining our request at first but then admitted he made a mistake; he thought he already was hosting two people but actually mixed up the dates so actually his place was free today.

Sebastian didn't have any references by other Couch surfers, listed himself as being a soldier, showing pictures of mountains and adventures - personally, I was expecting a rather rough, adventurous, maybe even macho guy to be our host but this was probably the first of many times where I would be wrong about a person.

After exchanging some messages, we agreed to meet at his apartment. Noteworthy was a double rainbow on our way, we ended up arriving at a rather ugly looking district with high apartment buildings which did not really brighten our mood. We were waiting for Sebastian downstairs for a couple of minutes until he swiftly arrived downstairs and welcomed us to his home. While the interior of the building didn't look much nicer than the first impression, his apartment was surprisingly welcoming despite not being vastly spacious. We dropped our backpacks - he immediately complimented Alex's Osprey Bag for being a good choice - and started to talk about backpacking, climbing and hiking quickly.

It might be something that is mainly ordinary to man but the first awkwardness that I you always encounter when meeting I strangers for the first time vanished quickly when we started talking about the weapons of our choice while we go into the wild - our fiskars Axe or the mora kniv we carried seemed to be of his liking. He proceeded to show us some of his equipment he used to climb the Mont Blanc, also showing us pictures on his Laptop (which I remember clearly had a big black circle in the display that Alex jokingly referred to as a black hole Sebastian had captured on the photographs).

Sebastian also lifted up our backpacks, of which we thought were quiet heavy, restraining himself from laughing. After all, if you want to climb a mountain you have to bring a lot of water with you all the time which alone already takes up 6 to 8 kg. When we showed him our tindersticks that we brought with us he couldn’t help but shake his head, promising to show us how to make a proper fire in the woods the next day.

We discovered that Sebastian used to play guitar too, but never really got the motivation to follow through with it. After singing him a song from Mando Diao, his passion for singing and music reawakened again I guess (as we would see in the course of the following events).

In the evening we decided to take a walk around the city; turns out, Sebastian was actually not only a simple soldier but already a commander of an engeneering unit. He told us that there were a lot of soldiers in Stettin: His unit of around 700 soldiers wasn’t even considered as a big one. He also explained that he didn’t really like Stettin, especially if he compared it to Breslau for example. The problem seems to be that Stettin doesn’t have a really lively center; the only square in the town is rather hard to find. The government had actually thought of that and had placed arrows on the ground so tourists could easily find interesting places in Stettin (too bad if you are a tourist and don’t know what these arrows are about though). We found the square in the end; there were a couple of cafés and restaurants in very beautiful old buildings. A blue house especially striked my attention, we continued going into a small cozy bar though where they served crafted beer.

Alex does not drink at all and I am not really a big fan of beer either, but I have to admit it was a good drink. Afterwards we went for a burger but as the waitress told us we would have to wait for an hour to get our food at least, we decided to look for something less fancy which in fact meant that we were sitting at KFC (two times in a fast food joint in one day, never a good sign!).

After being completely stuffed, we dropped by a very cozy bar that reminded me of the lofts that they build in the London Bay Area, with walls made of slim red stone bricks. There we enjoyed a very delicious milk shake and a blueberry gin tonic as well.

As it wasn’t very busy there and we got bored quiet quickly, we continued to go to a karaoke bar that was pretty much nearby the place where Sebastian lived. To our surprise, there were a group of disabled people there, partying and singing with everyone else and everyone was singing polish electro songs that we’ve never heard of but everybody else knew. We only recognized Enter Sandman by Metallica and also Quo Vadis Domine (which was a surreal moment).

I took the opportunity to sing Tribute by Tenacious D with our Host Sebastian and we earned a lot of cheers for that, which was an awesome feeling! There were a lot of memorable events that unfolded during the course of that night too, like a very drunk girl who went up to Alexander, touched his face and couldn’t get over the fact “how beautiful” he was. (She also later startet to sing without any background music and to our surprised, pretty much everyone joined in afterwards).

So a few hours later, we went back to home, finally getting some sleep and already with a lot of memories on our first day of our trip.

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