#irregulars fic

[crvptidgf]

Two Is Stronger Than One

(slight) Spike x Reader

The Irregulars x Reader (platonic)

[FLUFF]

Requested: No

Summary: Reader is an Ipsissimus (unknowingly) and has terrible nightmares that makes them sleepwalk. They meet Spike and the other Irregulars, and they all help the Reader figure out what is wrong with them.

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You had been suffering from horrible, gruesome nightmares for the past few weeks. Each one seemingly getting worse and more terrifying than the last. Every night they began feeling more and more real.

Occasionally you'd wake up in strange places with no memory of how you got there. You wouldn't go far, besides sometimes waking up outside your front door. That is, until last night.

- - -

The tunnels felt never-ending as your bare feet carried you through the narrow passageways. Cold, wet mud stuck to the soles of your feet, soothing the pain, if only slightly.

Water dripped down from the ceiling, the noise of the little droplets being the only sound audible for miles.

Leaning against the wall, you shivered at it's touch. You bent over, hands on your knees, panting heavily. You had no idea how long you had been running for - but wherever you went, you always seemed to end up back in the same place.

An entryway with walls covered in skulls and bones.

A putrid smell wafted throughout the area, and you'd be inclined to cover your nose and mouth if you weren't desperately gasping for air.

Looking up, you noticed a black figure make it's way towards you. Your legs were too weak to carry on, shaking beneath you and eventually giving away as you fell to the ground.

Wincing, you kept your eyes on the figure.

It seemed to study you for a moment, tilting it's head to the side. Maybe it was calculating the best approach, thinking of what to do with you - where to bring you. You had no idea, and honestly you didn't care.

You were just too tired.

Your fear kept you in place. Not being able to look away or move, the figure seized this opportunity to make it's way towards you and grab you.

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you tried to call for help. Your voice was frail from it's lack of use, quivering and cracking in the dead-silent room.

The echoes of your screams seemed to fill your mind. The sound of your own voice made you feel like you were going insane. It occupied every space in your brain, bouncing off every wall in the tunnel and reverberating back to you.

The figure, however, was not deterred by your weak attempts at screaming for help. It grabbed you by the collar and began dragging you across the floor.

With no idea where it was bringing you, you began flailing about. The screams got louder and more desperate, your muscles began getting sore from your failed attempts of escaping and your skin was beginning to be rubbed raw from the friction of your nightwear against your neck.

This was the end. You were almost 100% positive you weren't getting out of this. Not alive anyway.

"Please... please get me out of here," you pleaded. You didn't know who or what you were praying to, but in that moment it was the only thing you could do.

- - -

"Please, stop!" your own screams woke you up, yet you were still disoriented and confused. You had no idea where you were, and your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness of your surroundings.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, and with the dark figure still in your mind you began kicking and shoving. Whoever it was seemed to have a strong grip because no matter how much you tried pushing them off, their hands were glued to you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The person grabbed your wrists to keep you in place. Your breathing was erratic but you felt no threat from this person so you stopped your movements, albeit hesitantly.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you took a better look at them. It was a boy, probably around your age, with dark hair and tattered clothes. He seemed just as frightened as you were.

He slowly let go of your hands, and put his hands up to show he wasn't a threat.

"You alright?" he asked.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded slowly.

"I'm Spike," he said, giving you his hands to help you stand up.

Grabbing onto them, you were pulled up gently. You dusted yourself off and looked around - the place seemed very unfamiliar.

The dark sky expanded over the area, stars twinkling in the vast nothingness. Small, grey clouds slowly dissipated into the background, traveling away from you.

There were only a few people on the streets, some sleeping on the ground and others drunkenly singing outside of a nearby bar. Dirt lined the wet, cobblestone path, sticking to your shoes annoyingly.

"I'm Y/N. I wish we had met on better terms," you laughed awkwardly.

Spike smiled and shook his head.

"Surprisingly you aren't the first person I've had to wake up in the middle of the street."

You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you were half thinking it was a joke, so you didn't question it.

"So... where am I?"

"We're near Baker Street. It's just up there," he pointed behind you.

You nodded your head slowly, still looking around at the new area.

You had no idea how you were going to get home, or what you would tell your parents if they noticed you were gone from the house.

They knew you were a sleepwalker, but again you had never ventured out of the house at night. Much less so far away. Besides, they didn't know you had nightmares. Not only did you not have the heart to tell them, but in all honestly they would probably think you're insane.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. I don't actually know how I got here. I seem to be sleepwalking a lot lately," you said.

"Well you're in luck - because I might actually know someone who can help."

A smile spread across his face as he started to walk backwards towards a building with a little cellar door to the side of it.

"Care to join me?" he asked, more of a rhetorical question than anything.

With nothing better to do- and nothing really to lose - you followed the boy.

If there was a chance he knew someone who could tell you what was going on with you, you were gonna take it.

"You been having nightmares for a long time, then?"

You looked at him strangely, not knowing how he knew ao much about your situation. Something about him made you have no doubt in your mind that he could help.

"Yes, actually. My parents don't know what to do with me," you laughed. Many people didn't take you seriously when you said you sleep-walked. In their mind it entailed pacing around your room, or as most, trekking around the house. However for you it held a much darker and dangerous connotation.

You were so, so far from home already...

"Well my sister - who lives just there," he said, pointing to a cellar on your right, "- has been experiencing the same things."

"Started about a month ago?"

"Exactly," he responds.

- - -

Carefully climbing down the damp cellar stairs, you prayer this wasn't a kidnapping, but as you continued down you saw two young girls around your age.

One had dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and the other had curly hair sprawled across her back. Their conversation halted as their eyes rested on you.

Jumping back, one of the held a hand out infront of her sister in a protective stance.

"Don't worry, she's with me," mentioned Spike.

"Y/N, this is Bea and Jessie. My family," he gestured to the two girls.

You nodded your head in greeting, offering a small, awkward smile. You felt like you were intruding.

"She's been having the same problems as Jessie. I thought we could help - and you know we could use the numbers on our side," whispered Spike.

The girl who you assumed to be Bea sighed and rolled her eyes, annoyance etching across her face.

"We're in enough trouble as it is. You think adding another Ipsissimus to the mix is what we need?"

"Ip - what?" you interrupted.

You glanced around the room, uncertain of what was really going on. Jessie offered you a comforting smile and made her way to you. Gently taking your hand in hers she tried to explain.

"Ipsissimus. It's what I am. Really, it's quite a long story. You should sit down and we can talk," she said.

- - -

After a long winded conversation, you finally began to understand what was happening. I mean - it was unbelievable.

Everything was said with such detail and emotion that you found it hard to not believe. Of course it had taken some convincing, but after a while you agreed to meet them again tomorrow. Jessie had promised to help you figure your powers out - and in all honesty you wouldn't be opposed to visiting Spike again.

"I hope you guys know what you're doing," sighs Bea as you close the door to the cellar behind you.

Spike shrugged her off and went off to bed, excited to see you once more the next day.

#the irregulars fic #the irregulars #spike the irregulars #the irregulars bea #the irregulars request #irregulars #thadea graham #prince leopold #billy the irregulars #period fic #period drama #harrison osterfield #the irregulars spoiler #irregulars fic #irregulars x reader #spike x reader #spike imagine #spike fic #spike fanfic #spike hc #jessie the irregulars #bea the irregulars #bring back the irregulars #cancelled shows #period show #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfeild fluff #allison hargreeves #tua

[theroseeatsribs]

silly comic

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #mikey :) #my art #original #tbh this was mostly to mess around with style #this is kind of taken from a fan fic of mine that.... i will never finish and/or publish :))))) #thank u raph for keeping it real #this took about 2 hours hmmm interesting #im just talking to myself at this point #big fan of the irregular boxes i like them theyre super cute #i dont feel like mikes expression in the last panel is big enough but ah well #also eye lines are whack but big shrug #if anyones wondering in the fic raph follows up with 'it aint easy being... insert g word here #the joke is different but the punchline is the same #anyway... if anyone made it this far hi and thank you for reading my tags and looking at my comic

[irregularbillcipher]

DO YOU KNOW WHAT SPAWNED YOUR EXISTENCE?

[ID: Two lineless, digital paintings, both with warm, dark gray backgrounds. Both canvases are shaped like exact squares.

Painting one shows an adult Bill Cipher, a bright yellow triangle with a top hat, bow tie, cane, singular eye, and long lashes, reaching out to shake hands with the Axolotl, a pink axolotl with an electric blue tail. Bill is looking at the Axolotl casually, and his outstretched hand is engulfed in blue flames, while the Axolotl is smiling at Bill gently, reaching out to take his hand. There are stylized stars, similar to sparkles, in the top right and bottom lefthand corners of the painting. The painting is textured so that you can see the gray of the canvas very faintly through the brush strokes.

Painting two consists mostly of a short passage from Edwin Abbott Abbot's Flatland, written in light gray over the dark background. The passage is the beginning of chapter 7, and reads as follows:

"7. Concerning Irregular Figures

I for my part have never known and Irregular who was not also what Nature evidently intended him to be-- a hypocrite, a misanthropist, and, up to the limits of his power, a perpetrator of all manner of mischief..."

Below the quote, near the very bottom of the page, is a tiny illustration of a very young Bill Cipher. He is drawn completely in grayscale, and is looking down at the ground angrily, fists clenched. He is wearing a pauper's cap and has bandages wrapped around his rightmost angle, which is noticeably longer and more acute than his other angles.

End ID]

#flatland #flatland: a romance of many dimensions #bill cipher #my url was almost irregularbillcipher for a reason I have… thoughts! #i do wanna say for anyone who hasn't read my fic uh me making bill irregular is not one of those #'what if the oppressed person was the REAL bad guy and went Too Far' type deals. at least that's not my intention #i always like to write bill with a bit of a square in him where he's not too bothered by people Not Having Rights #'till it impacts how people see HIM (and the few people he's grown to care about) #things will get to him sometimes but it's always through a lens of like... himself if that makes sense. he simply does not care about other #he's the living embodiment of 'do you believe in gay rights?' 'i am gay' 'he's dodging the question' but for irregularity #to be fair with whatever the hell is going on with him and kryptos he's also sort of that for gay rights too #... also i have birth defects and just wanted an excuse to write about victorian ableism so i hit bill and kryptos with the disability ray #woe... birth defects be upon ye #anyway this is some old art but i'm still very fond of the bill n frills drawing

[yukipri]

I feel like over the month+, I have like 1-2 hours a day max where I feel relatively awake, and every other hour I'm fighting bone-deep exhaustion. I'll bring it up with my doc at my check up on monday, but tbh i know the solution so idk if she can help

And I can work-work when I feel half-dead, or rather I force myself to because I don't want my cats to starve, but when it comes to creative stuff, it's like my mind is slippery sludge dribbling out my eyes...

The Solution, of course: just stop working 3~10 AM every day (and then taking a short nap, working during the day, and then taking another short nap, hours vary but repeat), and maybe get at least 6, ideally 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep at least every other day, ideally every day.

But do I see that happening? No.

Like rn I know I desperately need to edit fic and reply to comments and do several arts but I'm nodding off at my desk after boss DMing me work at 5 AM and dealing with repair people since 8:30 AM...

#YukiPri rambles #yeah the next fic chapter is long done #i just need to edit and reply to comments but that's like #5 hours at least of concentration and i feel more vegetable than sentient human #coffee just makes me sleepier #my hyper irregular sleep hours (i never sleep the same hours 2 days in a row...) means that even when i DO have time to sleep #i wake up/it's not restful #i've tried melatonin and sometimes it works but more often it gives me hyper vivid pseudo-dreams #stuff like i'm in my dream i hear my alarm go off i turn my alarm off while remaining in my dream etc it's dangerous #all of this also of course means i rarely have time to do my minimal exercise of a daily walk #and i'm lucky if i eat one full meal a day #it's like being in a perpetual state of awful jetlag #i feel like my body is not synched to earth and it sucks #do you think this is what inter-planetary jetlag is like bc that must suck worse than just timezones on the same planet #that at least has a consistent rotation u feel #hmm what was this post about again #lol disaster #anyway i think i'll take a 1-2 hour nap now so maybe i can do some fic editing when i get up #see i'm repeating the cycle again

[needcake]

day 7: you make it possible

Engport | G | 290 words

@engportevents

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The kids fell asleep half-way through the animated movie, but Gabriel was too tired, too loose-limbed, too comfortable to move. He looked at Arthur beside him, Leon nestled right above his chest falling and rising with every one of Arthur’s breaths, face scrunched and pressed into Arthur’s shirt, and he smiled. He wouldn’t have thought any of this would have been possible eight years ago, when they started the adoption process.

There were times he had doubted it, had thought of giving up. The bureaucracy alone had probably shaved off ten years of his life. But Arthur had remained steady, a life-line during the storm for both of them.

He lifted his hand to tuck a few strands of dirty blond hair behind his ear, careful not to jolt Vicente sleeping on his lap, and Arthur turned his eyes from the movie playing on their television to look at him.

He had never thought when he met him, a scrawny punk teenager with green hair and a fading black eye from a fight, friend of a friend of his brother’s, that they would have come this far, that they would have stick together this long, that one day they would build a family together.

Arthur leaned into his hand and smiled back, tired and loose-limbed and comfortable, and Gabriel leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips, thinking he should have known, even then he should have known, when the two of them were sitting on the pier, far away from the rest of the group, dangling beer bottles between their open legs and trading silly stories to make each other laugh.

He should have known he had been one of the lucky ones to find love on the first try.

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#engportweekevent #engportweek #engport #hws england #hws portugal #hetalia #hws macau #hws hong kong #(but the boys only show up briefly) #this is my last entry #thank you all so much for keeping up with my irregular posting this year! hahaha #can't promise it won't happen again :') #until next year! #a wild fic appears

[jtl07]

late night vigil

camila is no stranger to intimacy, to companionship as some would say more delicately, even if the acts they engage in are anything but. she also knows that beatrice has been as haunted as much as she’s been freed, waiting even as she’s living. or: camila learns about beatrice's strap; she helps in her own way

(mind the rating 🙈)

#y'all i have no freaking clue where this came from #but i'm just gonna post it bc why not lol #do not expect this from me on the regular because this is highly irregular 🙈🙈🙈🙈 #avatrice #fun fact: the title for this in my head was “(sister) beatrice and her magic strap” #warrior nun fic #the real summary: beatrice uses her strap on various women including camila - that's it that's the fic #also i'm shit at figuring out titles #okay hit post gdi happy year of the yeet #my writing #jt writes fic #wait is there a ship name for beatrice and camila #beatrice x camila #oh and i guess should tag #beatrice x camila x ava #lol #idek what this is folks seriously

[ghostsharkies]

#irregulars manga #irregulars baseball manga #irregulars #manga coloring #please read irregulars #also follow me on twitter for more colorings and weekly irregulars thread and nishiki simping hahaha #im novacchi there #i need more people to talk to about this manga idk im desperate #i also need to finish the fics #but also i need to translate the next chapter so there's that hahaha

[poyoofthestars]

Terastal Irregularity (a Magopon AU fic)

Chapter 1: Terastal’s Call

Meta Knight had no intentions to get his ship, the Halberd, near any of the Lor Starcutter’s flight paths but, Sailor Dee told him that Magolor might be needed in investigating the energy irregularity in Halcandra.

“Why exactly did I agree to this again?” He asked himself, not even believing that he agreed to it. Flapping his wings, he landed on the other ship’s deck. “Joy,” he mumbled sarcastically, then called out to the Starcutter, “Lor? Is your captain here?” He asked, waiting for a response from the ship. “Why are you looking for him?” She asked the knight, wondering why. “It’s about Halcandra’s.. unique energy. It is to ask for his help in the investigation of it.” He replied. But the ship’s AI dropped a bombshell, saying,

“He’s not here. Magolor had a nightmare earlier, so he left to go clear his head.”

“What? Then where did he go?” Meta asked, to which the Starcutter did not know the answer to. “What do you-?” Meta was cut off by another voice, saying, “There’s no need to look for him when he’s here, Meta Knight. There was something bugging me during my alone time, so I decided to come back a bit earlier.” Magolor said and continued, “And I hear you need my help? What for?” Meta sighs saying, “Yes. It’s about Halcandra’s energy. It’s flow has been erratic and irregular.” “Irregular?” Magolor asked, starting to get suspicious. “What is that Galapagos idiot doing?! He’s supposed to regulate the Terastal energy!” He thought, knowing that there was only one energy source that kept the Egg Engines alive, the only energy source in Halcandra, and that it was the Terastal energy. “So that was the tugging feeling from my soul earlier, I thought it was just the dream I had earlier. But maybe there’s more to this than it seems.”

“So you want my help on this, right? Well, I was actually considering going to Halcandra. So why not, I’m in!” Magolor replied enthusiastically. “Glad to know, also we’re taking the Halberd.” The knight responded. “Sure! Just tell me when you’re ready! I’ll ask her to open up a portal there!” He said, smiling. “We’re going now, pack your things.” Meta Knight said, putting a damper mood on Magolor. But suddenly, the Teal Mask, still on Magolor’s head, shone brightly, dropping little stars, the Tera shards glowing then, as quickly as it came, died down. Magolor immediately took the mask, examining it for damages, which to his utter surprise, none. “What was that?” Meta Knight asked, hoping the mage wouldn’t lie. And Magolor answered back with no lies at all.

“That was… a Tera Starstorm, it can only come from one being.”

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#magopon au #lor starcutter #magolor #meta knight #terapagos #< implied #magolor is ogerpon au #magopon fic #terastal irregularity #can i even tag this as metalor? #maybe not (yet) #there will be eventual metalor #metalor #<- it arkoos awkward (for now) #why can i hear lor being deadpan #ogerpon #pokemon and kirby crossover

[pickastitch]

the ever looming urge when writing fics to include my typing quirks. having fics being normally in grammatically correct wording is akin to putting a muzzle on me :[

#tbf mine aren't too irregular but i miss my silly charm #sage loses his mind #also i am aware that i can write fics however i want

[hazosterfeildandtomholland]

Requests 

Hey everyone!

now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.

thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x sister!reader #tom holland x you #request #story #x reader #marvel #the irregulars #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #hazel eyes #haz osterfield x reader #harry holland #sam holland #paddy holland #holland sister #arvin russel fanfic

[valeriefauxnom]

Chapter 14 of Scaling the Walls of a Mystery is up!

In which Euden finally starts to dig too deep and his well of lucky coincidences that allowed him to escape for the moment starts to dry up.

Exert from update (~10k/~170k total words written so far!):

“Yeah, I can only imagine how weird this has to be for you. I mean, this is something right out of a faerie tale, a lost prince raised outside the castle being rediscovered… I’m just glad you’re doing okay and that the royal family accepted you so quickly. All the stories I know always have the lost royal having to fight their way to prove their birthright or fight their family outright, and that’s always sad.” Theo scratched his head. 

“I suppose it is, fighting family…” Euden mused, “Ah, but how’s Roland doing?”

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I'm only on AO3 here! Feel free to ask about anything because goodness knows I'm always down to rant about this longfic that has rapidly spiraled into a complex web of royal family drama even if it is much less homicidal than the main game!

#scaling the walls of a mystery #dragalia lost #dragalia lost fic #my writing #Euden: why yes your honor I'm completely normal; nothing about me is irregular in any way. A real normal genuine country boy. #Everyone else: press x to doubt and does so repeatedly

[theriverbeyond]

does my pathophys prof even know what she's done to me by describing trabecular bone as "cathedral arches". does she even know.

#trb.txt #need to write fic w this immediately #basically they r like cathedr arches bc conceptually they are very intentionally irregular instructure for optimal support etc

[irregularbillcipher]

an assortment of very old bits and bobs that i found, from back when i was first developing my flatland fic

#yes chuck's design changes between the two pics don't worry about it #and bill's kid design also changes. his irregularity treatment plan changed so it's intentional #sorry i know that probably two of you know this fic but i wanted to compile all my development doodles so

[ionroir]

I have. So many thoughts about planet Irk.

#invader zim #irk #it’s a really weird place lads #also this is part of the SUPER rough draft of the prologue to my fic #baby’s first fanfic #i. don’t know how to write. help. #irregular satellites au

[nottonyharrison]

never tag me in a WIP meme because I write and edit 99% of my fics in two and a half hours during some kind of authorial fugue state

#fic stuff #writing stuff #possessed by a keyboard demon for brief and irregular stints #is the way of it

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi!!! Do you have any acd canon fics that focus on the Irregulars? I feel like not enough people use them for all their potential in parentlock fics or just lore building! Thanks!!!!!

Hey Nonny!

Ah, good question! I just did a quick perusal of my MFL lists and I'm not seeing any I've been recced.

Anyone able to help us out?

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #acd canon fics #irregulars fics #parentlock