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ynscrazylife · 5 months

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THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️ — CHAPTER THREE

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batman!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

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It takes quite a lot to confuse Batman. Yet here he stood, reduced to speechlessness, as he stared at the odd group in front of him. The woman called herself Black Widow, said she was looking for his wife. Bruce thought he would’ve remembered if you mentioned anyone like this before.

“Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m also looking for her. How do you know Y/N?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms. They didn’t seem to be . . . Evil, but he had no clue who the hell they were or what you had to do with it and that was very annoying.

Black Widow glanced at her friends and another one of them, a man in bulky, flashy red armor, stepped up. “We used to be on a team together. Years ago. Until a mission went wrong and . . . She disappeared. I guess she landed here,” he said.

This did not help at all. In fact, it only made Bruce more confused. He was positive that you never mentioned working on a team before. “How long ago is ‘years ago’?” He asked next.

“About five now,” Black Widow answered.

Bruce felt like he was being slapped in the face. He had met you five years ago, when you were a rookie officer. You and he dated for two years, then married, and you were so skilled that you made detective within four years. Could this really be true?

“How can I trust you?” Bruce asked.

The group all looked at each other, seemingly coming to this conclusion that this masked man had a connection to you. Then, the archer pulled a paper out of his pocket and unfolded it, passing it to Bruce. He stared down at it, shocked to find that it was a photo. It was all these people, at some party, and . . . You. You were definitely younger, but it was clearly you, smiling and holding a drink.

Willing his hands not to shake, Bruce looked up at them. “I have a lot of questions,” he said bluntly.

“So do we,” the armored man said. “What do you mean that you’re also looking for her? Isn’t she here?”

Bruce took a deep breath, thankful that the mask covered his face, otherwise they’d see the tears pooling in his eyes. “She was abducted a few days ago,” he replied, forcing his voice to be steady.

“That explains the weird signal I detected,” another man said. He had a beard, a cape and looked like some sort of wizard.

Yeah, Bruce had a shit ton of questions.

It took some time for parties, the Avengers and Bruce, to get to really talking. They both had to give up information they’d rather not to learn more about the person they all cared about. The Avengers explained that you used to be on their team, until you went missing on a mission like they mentioned earlier. They said they scoured the world for you, until consulting with the wizard guy over here (who called himself Doctor Strange, Bruce didn’t comment on the weird name).

Doctor Strange said that he detected a signal not long after you had disappeared and, with his magic, found out what it meant: you were off-world. In a whole other universe. They’d been scouring the multiverse (which Bruce almost needed to sit down for a second after hearing), until finding a similar signal a few days ago which led them here.

So that meant . . . Both signals gave your last known location, told them that you had been taken. The first one was from the universe that the Avengers were from and the second was from this one, the one where Bruce made a life with you.

He was still utterly perplexed and didn’t completely trust them, but that picture . . . The timeline . . . It was tugging at something inside him. Bruce admitted that he had known you for these past five years, though he didn’t outright admit that you two were married. He was going to hold that fact close for as long as possible.

Finally, the Avengers led Bruce back to the point of origin, where they arrived in the forest. The masked man turned it all upside down, sadly not finding anything that could help.

But . . . He did have something they could help with.

“I don’t really want to do this,” he admitted, turning back around to face them. “But this is my only choice. My only clue to find Y/N. If I find that you’re messing with me . . .”

“We’re not,” a man, about Bruce’s height, looking like the American flag, said sternly.

Bruce sighed, forcing his shoulders to drop. “I have some footage to show you,” he said, really hoping that he wasn’t going for regret this.

As soon as the Avengers saw the footage of the store from earlier, Black Widow went pale.

“No, no, no . . . This . . . They’re inactive. This is impossible,” she said, gritting her teeth. Hawkeye placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as all eyes turned to her.

“What?” Bruce asked, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

“Play it again,” she snapped, leaning in close to the computer.

Bruce glared, but complied, restarting the video.

She took in a sharp breath, crossing her arms. “These people . . . Their uniforms, their behavior. It has the Red Room written all over them,” she said, as it dawned on the Avengers how serious this was.

“The Red Room? What the hell is that?” Bruce asked, his patience wearing thin.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne angst #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x y/n #dc batman #batman fic #batman fluff #Batman #batman x reader #batman x fem!reader #batman x you #avengers fluff #avengers x reader #avengers #dc marvel crossover

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imagines--galore · 11 months

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||Masterlist||

Please read rules before sending requests.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR THE MOMENT.

(Always Uploading new Fics)

Avatar The Last Airbender

Pairing: Zuko x Orora

The Thread of Fate - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen,

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

It Was Nothing

Theatrics

I’m Here Beside You

Big Hero 6

Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya

Light 'em Up - Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three,

Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson

Mind Over Matter - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen,

(Companion piece to Mind Over Matter)

A Slight Frustration

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Hold Me Closer

First Kiss

Don’t Go!

Crossover - Frozen x Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Elsa (Jelsa)

One Step Closer - Part One, Part Two (InProgress)

Digimon

Pairing: Taichi Yagami x Hidemi Senshi

The Next Adventure

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Pairing: Alphonse Elric x Willow Hawkeye(OC)

The Ties That Bind - Prologue, Part One,

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

Homecoming

The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Roy Mustang x Reader

I Will Always Choose You

Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Reluctant Friendship

Justice League DC Universe

Pairing: Superman x Lucky Penny aka Clark Kent x Penelope Pennyworth

Lucky Break

Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader

Part One - Convince Me, Part Two - I’m Convinced

Wedding Drama

Pairing: (Platonic) Superman aka Clark Kent x 12-year-old reader

A New Life

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Rachel

Kiss It Away

Stolen Kisses, Stolen Moments - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Confessions

Last Night

Empowering

Distraction

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Clea

Love, A Kind of Magic - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader

Bleeding Love

Perfection

A Surprising Twist

Sleep Deprived

What the Wife Says Goes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Nothing But a Burden

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Pact Renewed

Because You’re Mine

Not a Waste of Space

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Never Leave Me

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader

My Heart Calls Your Name

Tavern Brawls

Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Evening Star aka The Blue Fairy

Two Spirits Meet - Wishing on a Snowflake I,

Sherlock (BBC)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Serendipity

The Consulting Detective and the Serial Killer

His Love for Her

Your Hand in Mine

Drunken Comfort

Its All Been Arranged

An Unconventional Love Story (Victorian Era AU)

Star Trek(2009)

Pairing: Spock x Kealoha

The Roommate Experiment - Prologue, Part One

Pairing: Spock x Reader

The Little Green Monster

Chasing Away The Darkness

Here For You (InProgress)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Pairing: Leonardo x Amal

Heaven’s Light

A Comforting Embrace

The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Nonverbal Confession

Falling For Him

Heal Together

Drunk on Pheromones

Take All The Time You Need

Falling for the Enemy

The Chronicles of Narnia

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

An Unexpected Turn

We Face It Together

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

The King and the Commoner

The Hobbit

Creepy Crawlies (No Pairing)

Pairing: Kili x Reader

You Are Safe

The Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Legolas x Annúneth

Love Happens(Coming Soon)

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

We Meet Again A Confession Years In The Making

My Prayer, My Light, My Fëa

A Little Introduction to Rock Music

A Promise

Written In The Stars

Treasure Planet

Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader

A Little Competition Goes a Long Way

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thosehallowedhalls · 19 days

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three princes walk into a bar

Books: Crimes of Passion, The Royal Romance, Rules of Engagement

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne, Liam Rys, Leo Rys

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1200+

Summary: Liam has been roped into fixing Trystan's public image. Leo? Leo is just along for the ride.

A/N: This is the seventh chapter of the Round Robin 2024 saga, hosted by @choicesprompts.

Over the rim of his martini glass, Trystan examined the two men watching him.

"You two trying to get into comedy or something? Three princes walk into a bar?"

"I'm a king," Liam corrected.

"I've had to deal with a lot of bullshit this week, Drakovia," Leo shot back, hunched over his own glass. "Don't test me."

"I'm just trying to understand why the two of you sought me out here, Cordonia One and Two. Aren't you," he pointed at Leo, "one of us degenerates in need of a PR miracle? And you," turning to Liam, "a little busy ruling a country?"

Leo downed his whiskey like a shot of tequila. Appalled, Trystan shook his head. "It ought to be a crime to treat a fine blend like that."

"Believe me, if you'd had the week I had," he glared at Liam, "you'd want to gulp down a good whiskey too."

"Which brings us to why I'm here," Liam added. "I've been assigned as your partner."

"You're fucking with me. How the hell does a king get roped into playing PR consultant in a reality show?"

"Hypothetically, a king gets a desperate call from an old friend after your original partner quit."

"I see Bertrand is not above a guilt trip. Good for him. But what makes you think I want your help?"

Liam leaned closer. "Let's be honest here, Trystan. Your public image is a mess. At this point, short of solving a murder, I'm your only option."

"I'll take the murder. Got any dead bodies handy?"

"Afraid not. And no offense, but I really don't see you as a detective. You're too scatterbrained for that."

"Ouch." Trystan sipped from his martini. "Enlighten me, then, Coach. How do you plan to make an honest man out of me?"

Liam took Trystan's wrist and pushed it down. "First of all, you put that drink down. According to a cursory Google search, there are barely any pictures of you from the past three years, minimum, where you're not holding a drink."

"You're calling me an alcoholic?"

"Considering I haven't seen you in almost eight years, I have no idea. But you certainly look like one, and that’s what matters."

"Ohh, appearance makes reality. Is that a royal saying? I always thought it was a Queen Viktoria saying."

"It's a rational person saying. The next step is making you look like you have other thoughts besides who you're going to screw next." He made a face. "Maybe Leo could take some pointers there."

"Hey, you're not my partner, I'm just along for the ride. Besides, may I remind you, I'm happily married."

"I'm aware, and I also know you're faithful to Katie. But if you keep acting like you did before you were married, the public will think it's not a big leap from getting wasted and puking on bushes to cheating on your wife."

Trystan exchanged a commiserating look with Leo. "Was he always like this?"

"Unfortunately."

"Pity."

"Back to you," Liam continued unaffected. “You were exiled almost eight years ago, and it doesn't look like you'll be welcomed back into the fold any time soon. We both know you didn't have anything to do with Countess Juliana's death..."

Trystan drank again. "Do we?" He asked softly.

"Right. I know you didn't have anything to do with Countess Juliana's death." He jerked a thumb in Leo's direction. "So does he."

"You're a lot of things, Drakovia," Leo agreed. "But a murderer isn't one of them."

"Too bad everyone else disagrees."

"Indeed. But you're still a prince, your actions still reflect on your country, and it's only a matter of time before King Maksim and Queen Viktoria tighten the leash."

Trystan sighed and ran a hand over his jaw. His stubble contributed to the general air of dissipation that enveloped him like a mist.

"If you want to keep your comfortable life," Liam continued. "You'll make sure to go from 'drunken waste of space'..."

"Christ, Rys. Why don't you tell me how you really feel."

"... to 'proper gentleman.'"

"Proper gentleman? Seriously?"

"He can't help it," Leo put in. "Put a man on a throne long enough, he'll start to sound like an etiquette manual. Then again," he turned to his brother. "I'm not sure you weren't born this way."

"Carry on like this, brother dearest, and I'll make sure your partner swaps places with Olivia. She finished with Carrera early anyway, I'm sure she could fit you in."

Leo grimaced. "As I was saying, Liam makes excellent points."

"Coward." Trystan gestured to the waitress. "Bring me another one, will you, darling?"

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did anything I said in the past twenty minutes get through?"

"Maybe? I vaguely recall something about proper." He laughed when Liam dropped his head into his hands. "Relax, Your Majesty. I'll be on my best behavior all week."

"By whose standards?"

"There goes my loophole." Trystan sighed. "Look, I couldn't care less about my public image, but I'm not in any rush to face my mother's wrath. Besides, you're quite frankly pitiful right now. Saying no would make me feel like I was kicking a puppy. A sweet, annoying puppy."

Leo slapped a hand on the table. “Thank you! That's what he reminds me of! A thirty plus year old mystery, solved in a single night. Maybe you really should be a detective.”

Liam looked heavenward when Trystan and Leo laughed and clinked glasses. Praying for patience, no doubt. "Not quite what I was going for, but I'll take it."

"So what's the plan, oh wise one? We've already covered my drinking.”

“We’re going over the basics.”

“How to Be a Productive Member of Society 101?”

“Exactly. And as your partner…”

Trystan sighed. “Can we come up with a different word? I don't really do partners.”

“As your mentor…”

“Partner it is.”

“... It's my responsibility to make you look squeaky clean for the cameras.”

Leo groaned. “Liam, no. I'll grant you that he needs to improve his reputation, but squeaky clean won't do. People will start theorizing that he died and was replaced with a clone. Or a very elaborate AI video.”

“You might be right. What do you propose instead?”

“He leans into the role of loveable rogue. He works hard, he plays hard. He's aware of his privilege and doesn't take it for granted.”

Liam turned to face his brother. “That's rather good. Why the hell haven’t you been doing that?”

A shadow passed over Leo’s face, but he grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know? But you’re not my partner, thank God. So let’s focus on our exiled prince here.”

Trystan blew out a breath. “Look, I’d like to get out of this island sooner rather than later. Can we get this over with?”

“Surprisingly, Leo makes a good point. Too big a change wouldn’t feel authentic. You still need to come across as you, just…”

“An upgraded version?”

“Exactly. So.” He pulled out a leather-bound notebook and a fountain pen. “We begin.”

Three hours later, Trystan had a headache, Liam was inching ever closer to a migraine, and Leo… Well, Leo had his face buried in another drink. But the sense of satisfaction permeated the air.

“There’s hope for you yet, Thorne,” Liam said delightedly. “Two more days or so and you’ll be ready for the cameras.”

“Oh joy.”

“But.” He planted his hands on the table and leaned forward. “If you screw this up, I’ll personally make sure that your next partner isn’t as nice as me.”

Trystan laughed. “Fear not, young Jedi. No offense, but I’m done with partners. Never again.”

#round robin 2024 #trystan thorne #liam rys #leo rys #crimes of passion #the royal romance #rules of engagement #playchoices #30 drabbles in 30 days

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janus-cadet · 6 months

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New tarot card! This time, it's for a show that just reached 17 seasons, if you can believe that- Murdoch Mysteries!

And here is Llewellyn Watts, as the Page of Wands.

Now- the obligatory explanation (in broken english, yay, how lucky!) for those who are interested!

Upright, this card is the symbol of a free spirit, guided by their inspirations and ideas. I do feel like it fits our one and only Watts- never really fitting the mould of societal conveniences, but always following his inner self. It's also a card for limitless potential, often in the form of creative restlessness, which again- he does have, and the show should ~really~ explore that more. Overall, it means you embrace the opportunity to start out a new journey, without necessarily having a solid plan in place or even knowing where you are headed- but you are excited and intrigued about the possibilities. For a character always searching for himself, well-

All of that, with the advice to try and filter your thoughts, sometimes. Especially when you're talking. Even if we all love Detective Your-Wife-Is-Not-Pretty Watts.

Reversed, the card can mean that the consultant is being held back by limiting beliefs- such as, well, for Watts, the rules of the society he lives in. Which is why the card is ponctuated with references to current or future instance of homophobia and antisemitism in Canada. On the other side, Llewellyn can also represent (as would William and many other characters of the show!) someone carrying newly-formed ideas, that can have been tampered by obstacles and opposition. The card can also mean that you tried many new projects, which did not worked as you had hoped... and isn't that the story of his life?

Overall, this is a card deeply linked with someone engaging or trying to engage in a spiritual journey to discover themself. A free spirit who can't, and who should not submit the the limiting beliefs of the society around.

It was so fun to do, eh! The wand is not really supposed to be a wand, sure, but I feel like Llewellyn is less a wooden-staff-guy than a magic-wand-guy. And sure, the book on Wine and Philosophy or the Pretzel in the background where not *necessary*, per se, but that's just so- him, and those cards are always about representing the character in the best possible way.

Hope you'll like it!

#my art #tarot card #tarot project #page of wands #murdoch mysteries llewellyn watts #llewellyn watts #murdoch mysteries #detective watts #detective llewellyn watts #watts up #daniel maslany #tw homophobia #tw antisemitism

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oddlittlestories · 2 months

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I love Monk. I’m not really recommending it because, well, it IS about police and it DOES have some fairly ableist content. But I love it.

Monk is an interesting character. He’s introduced as having an “anxiety disorder” that occurred from the traumatic event of his wife being murdered. Over the course of the show, it becomes pretty clear that he was neurodivergent his whole life, but had a serious spike in support needs after his wife’s death. He has one nurse, but he should pretty clearly have two—even if one is a part-time respite nurse. Many of his “boundary violations” obviously come from seeking needed support at inappropriate times. This man should not really be left alone, at least not at the start of the show. He can’t cope. But also getting a new nurse / assistant / I forget the specific word is very very difficult for him.

He’s billed, I believe, as having OCD. But if you just look at his behavior, there are several labels that could fit. Autism would probably be one of them.

A lot of the humor in the show revolves around his disability, which could and may to some feel like the show makes his disability the butt of the joke. With some notable exceptions (fuck you medication episode) I don’t really think this is the case.

Let’s look at the pilot. Sharona, his nurse, goes on a date and leaves him alone on “chicken pot pie night.” She tells him, you’ll be fine! Even my son could cook a chicken pot pie. He cannot cook a chicken pot pie. He is counting out individual peas. To me, this is funny because of how obvious it is that he needs more support.

He literally calls her son for help. This is hilarious because it obviously wasn’t her intention, but her son is actually walking Monk through how to make a chicken pot pie. The literalism - that Benjy really CAN help him cook a chicken pot pie - is funny to me.

I’m also very interested in how the show interacts with both work and the police. Monk is not capable of working full-time, and although he desperately wants to go back at first, eventually he accepts that as a consultant, he can have the flexibility he needs to still find murderers.

The police officers he works with often feel threatened and embarrassed by him, but at the same time need his talents. Jealousy comes up often. And since the main officers are at least duly sympathetic, this gets explored as awful instead of brushed off as campy villainy from antagonists.

I also really like the way gaze is used in the show. Monk comes onto a crime scene and others watch as he makes a bunch of pronouncements, struggles with one anxiety or another, gets support from his nurse, and then explains his pronouncements. I like that it seems like folks are disturbed by his need for support, but that the show frames the support as a positive thing and the anxiety itself as a struggle.

Monk is also a person. He loved his wife. He plays the clarinet. He doesn’t have much time to pursue hobbies or interests outside of managing his disability and doing the work which he loves and seems compelled to do in equal measure. But he IS a person.

Anyways I’m not necessarily saying go out and watch it. It has many flaws and it is ableist at times, and it doesn’t bother to fully unpack how the people in Monk’s life respond to him, nor always to explore his agency and individuality. He is a fussy and fastidious detective, which is a common archetype, but they don’t always go as far beyond that as they should.

Like I said, it’s not House. But I’m gonna probably rewatch all of it now that it’s on Netflix.

#monk #adrian monk #disability representation #neurodivergence

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meetinginsamarra · 1 year

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My Fave Sherlock BBC tropes - Casefics

Around mid-month I’ll do a fic rec list with my fave AU genres or tropes. Summaries are taken from OP on AO3.

Okay, so there are obviously a lot of Sherlock fics where a case gets solved. Here, I only include the especially plotty ones.

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“The Case of the Green Gown” by splix

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2659472

...Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone. -Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier

(Please ignore this useless summary! This is hands down the most complex but still completely logical casefic I’ve ever read. Layers upon layers of stunning reveals, intriguing case and beautiful characterization of our beloved. Awesome!)

“Ten Days” (part 1 of “The Fallen” series) by Engazed @engazed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/456761

Sherlock Holmes has been dead for forty months, and John is at last beginning to live his life again. But just when he believes he might be happy, his world crashes back down around him.

John is named a missing person. Someone is pointing DI Lestrade in the wrong direction. And as the days pass, his situation only grows more dire. It seems like the disappearance of his best friend is the only thing that can bring Sherlock Holmes back from the dead.

“The Slash Man” (part 2 of “The Fallen” series) by Engazed @engazed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/949101

After ten days of unspeakable torture at the hands of Sherlock's worst enemies, John Watson has returned to Baker Street to live with a man whose death, no matter how fake, still haunts him. But his recovery is not easy, his friendship with Sherlock is strained, and a dangerous but hidden menace continues to threaten them both.

(”Blackbird, Fly” is part 3 and currently a WIP)

“The Green Blade” by verityburns @verity-burns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/320879

As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

“A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom” by Polyphony

https://archiveofourown.org/works/344050

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

“The Iceman cometh” by Polyphony

https://archiveofourown.org/works/539555

Title from the Eugene O'Neill play of the same name. An intriguing puzzle tempts Sherlock to accept Victor Trevor's invitation to the French Riviera, but all is not what it seems. Frustrated by the case and increasingly concerned about an absent John, Sherlock uncovers far more than he was meant to and is forced to become a fugitive, pursued by those on both sides of the law, as he fights for his freedom and the lives of all those around him.

“The Edinburgh Problem” (part 1 of “Scotland series”) by snorklepie @snorklepie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2392997

“A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery.” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!”

After he separates from Mary, John returns to Baker Street. Following a request for help from Sherlock's cousin Violet, the detective and his blogger take a trip to Edinburgh. John discovers more about the Holmes family and Sherlock than he bargained for, but tries not to run screaming.

“October to Hogmanay” (part 2 of “Scotland series”) by snorklepie @snorklepie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3606486

“What are we, now?” John mused aloud, once they were in a cab heading back to Baker street. It was a cool, damp afternoon and Sherlock was studying the passers-by with detached interest. He glanced over at John with a raised eyebrow, his fingers idly worrying at one of the buttons on his coat.

“Nothing seems quite right. What would you call me, if somebody asked?” John waved a hand vaguely at the space between them. “What do we call… this?”

(”Savage Music, Sombre Light” is part 3 and currently a WIP)

“Periodic Tales -series” (18 fics) by 7PercentSolution @7-percent

https://archiveofourown.org/series/504749

Lots of science, lots of case fic! This is Sherlock as chemist, using the periodic table of elements for many different reasons. Each story is centred around one particular element, in two parts. One focuses on aspects of Sherlock's childhood and events in his life; the other part shows how that has influenced his abilities as the world's only consulting detective, demonstrated through a case fic that shows off his deducing skills.

(most of Seven’s fics could be put onto this list btw, but I’ll add only one more)

“Devonshire Squires” (part 8 of “Fallen Angel” - series) by 7PercentSolution @7-percent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11830755

Post THE/Pre So3, John and Sherlock try to rebuild bridges, but a demanding case challenges both of their assumptions about what happened to the other one during the hiatus. Lestrade tries to play peacemaker, but Mycroft's meddling is counter-productive. Case fic, sickfic and angst all rolled into one misery-laden ball of reading pleasure

“Midnight Blue Serenity” by BeautifulFiction @the-pen-pot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/635897

“This was like nothing John had ever thought to associate with Sherlock: stubble, skin-tight jeans and three small silver rings gleaming at the crest of one ear. It was unbelievable, like stepping into an alternative universe, and John couldn't stop staring.”

When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate's charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

“The Adventure of the Body Snatchers” by dioscureantwins

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5574523

“Body snatchers,” whispered a girl. “Oh, Mr Holmes. Oh, Davey…” Her eyes watered and with heaving shoulders she buried her face into her neighbour’s overcoat.

Sherlock looked perplexed. “Is this one of those pop culture things?” he asked the room at large.

John nodded and drank the last of his tea while his flatmate rolled his eyes before leaping to his feet.

“Right. I can’t think with so much stupidity in the room.” He began making shooing motions at the distraught girl and the boy who sat comforting her as well as the others. “Everybody out. John and I don’t have time for this nonsense. Out, out, all of you.”

“The Moonlight and the Frost” by CaitlinFairchild

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1998777

“And once again, you think you know what’s best for me.”

John rises from the chair, the anger and frustration and hurt overwhelming him, bursting out of every pore, and he doesn’t even know for sure that it’s Sherlock he’s angry at, really, but the only reason he tied himself to Mary in the first place is because the person he really loved left him behind, and the woman he married once sat in the shadows above a darkened swimming pool and aimed a sniper rifle at his heart and later shot his best friend in cold blood and cuckolded him and just gave birth to a child that wasn’t his and right now he just can’t do this, he just fucking can’t do this anymore.

John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary's betrayal and Sherlock's deceptions.

“Sketchy” by serpentynka

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1090850

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.

“All the best and brightest creatures” by wordstrings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/582059

Sherlock sent Jim Moriarty to prison for killing Carl Powers at age ten. This is the story of the consequences.

“The adventure of the silver scars” by tangledblue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5131763

“All this does not mean that I’m not still basically pissed off with you. I’m very pissed off, and it will come out now and then.” –His Last Vow 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.

“Major Pieces” by Lindentreeisle (Captainblue)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/162152

Sherlock knew that he could thoroughly rely upon John Watson's moral sense. And that's why he knew that Lestrade was wrong, wrong, wrong.

#my fanfic recs #my fave casefics #my fave Sherlock BBC AUs

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calaisreno · 11 months

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Reunion

Prompt: Together

Old friends, reunited.

Molly had always known that Greg wasn’t the kind of man who retired and had hobbies. Sitting around the house all day would drive him mad, and it did for a few weeks. When he told her he’d been offered a job consulting for the Met, she encouraged him to take it. It meant odd hours and missed dinners, but he was happier that way.

Consulting Detective.

She frequently thought of another consulting detective, one who’d left on a secret mission eighteen years ago and never returned. Something had happened, she suspected, something connected to the mysterious death of Charles Augustus Magnussen, the media mogul. Sherlock was involved, somehow, but the details never came out, and within a week he was gone.

She’d asked John about it, but he just shook his head. His wife had left him by then, suddenly and without explanation. She was pregnant, expecting a little girl, and they’d seemed happy about it.

Gone, he told Molly. The baby wasn’t his. Mary wasn’t what he’d thought. He didn’t know anything about Sherlock, but his look told her what he believed. He wouldn’t be coming back this time.

It was disorienting, as if reality were unravelling, revealing another, very different reality beneath.

Greg was the one stable thing during that time. He could make no sense of Sherlock’s sudden disappearance, either, and when John left too, he seemed as surprised as Molly.

“I never understood it,” he told her. “Those two. They loved each other. Never understood what went wrong.”

She’d replied that when Sherlock returned after faking his death, they never really worked it out. Rubbish at talking, those two.

She and Greg talked. A death could be mourned. It was a different kind of grief when people simply left and you didn’t hear from them again.

That was when they’d started seeing one another, having coffee, and then dinner, and eventually moving in together. The wedding was a small affair, just Greg’s kids and a few close friends. After a few years, Molly gave up working at the morgue and began teaching. A few years later, Greg retired, then started working as a consultant. They had a nice life, she often thought.

The restaurant where she’s meeting him is a new one in their neighbourhood. Da Vinci, it’s called. An Italian bistro. They’ve been meaning to try it since it opened, and tonight they have a reservation.

Arriving a bit early, she takes a seat in the waiting area after letting the hostess know she’s still waiting for her husband, and takes out her phone to check for messages.

15 minutes, he texts.

Tucking her phone away, she notices that someone else is waiting. She glances at him and startles as if she’s seen a ghost.

He’s standing, a tall, thin man with dark hair sprinkled with grey. Not the luxuriant curls he used to wear; it’s cropped closer now. He’s wearing a black pullover and light wool trousers, no jewel-coloured shirt or dashing coat. The face is older, but the eyes have not changed. The colour of water, she’d always thought. Nobody, not even his brother, has eyes like that.

Those pale eyes are fixed on his phone, and he’s smiling. Glancing up, he clearly recognises her. An odd look crosses his features, as if he is not sure what such a moment calls for.

“Molly Hooper,” he says.

“Sherlock.”

All those years ago, before he left, he needed her help and told her his plan. Those two years were very different for her, her grief mostly for the people who believed him dead— Mrs Hudson, Greg, and especially John. John had never really recovered from the shock of it. When Sherlock returned, he resented Molly because she’d been taken into Sherlock’s confidence, and he had not. And Sherlock, who’d insisted on the secrecy mostly for John’s sake, had gone about his grand return all wrong. He never really got back on the right foot with John, who soon married a woman he’d just met. Sometimes Molly thought he’d done it to spite Sherlock, or at least to keep a safe distance from him. He never fully trusted Sherlock after that. But the love was still there. She could see the pain in his eyes when Sherlock left again.

Rising from her seat, she goes to him.

What do you say after eighteen years?

“When did you get back?”

“Just a few weeks ago.” He gives her a tentative smile. “I’m officially retired.”

How old is he? He’s about her age, so maybe mid-fifties. She supposes that undercover agents don’t have long careers. Though he’s still good-looking, she can see that the years have worn him down. A weariness hangs on him, so different from the manic man who swooped into her morgue and demanded body parts.

“You’re not retired,” he says. “You’re teaching in the pathology programme at Barts. And you’re married. Obviously.”

She laughs. “Can you deduce anything about my husband?”

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes. “Mrs Lestrade. You have a daughter, fourteen. She picked out your earrings.”

“Greg is on his way. He’ll be so happy to see you. Would you join us for dinner?”

“I’m expecting someone as well.”

That’s when she notices the ring. “You’re married.”

“Only just.” He suppresses a grin, glances at his phone again. “Says he’s running a bit late.”

Like everyone who knew Sherlock, she’s suspected that he’s gay. When she realised this, it made it easier to accept his lack of interest in her. An odd man, one who avoided sentiment; but clearly in love with his flatmate.

She might ask about John. But John has been gone for years, too, and she doesn’t know anyone who hears from him, not even Mike Stamford, who told her that he’d joined Doctors Without Borders. That was years ago.

“It’s so good to see you,” she repeats, unable to think of anything else to say.

“You as well.” He nods at the door. “Looks like your husband has arrived.”

Greg has caught sight of them and is standing, a look of stunned amazement on his face. He gives a short laugh and strides across the waiting area. “Sherlock Holmes,” he says, throwing his arms around his old friend. “In the flesh, once again.”

“Not quite as sensationally as the last time,” Sherlock says. “I’m old news now. More accurately, no news at all.”

“We never heard anything,” Greg says, stepping towards Molly and planting a kiss on her cheek. “All I could get out of your brother was that you were working for the government. The only way I knew anything at all was from talking with John—“

Molly cringes and Greg seems to realise he’s said the wrong thing.

“Mycroft believed it was critical to keep it all confidential,” Sherlock says. “In those days I’d been so much in the news, he was attempting to keep me out of the spotlight.”

“But you were on a mission, weren’t you?”

Molly takes Greg’s arm. “Won’t you sit with us, Sherlock? I’m sure you don’t want to be discussing this here.”

Sherlock speaks to the hostess while Greg and Molly are led to a table for four. Following them, he takes his seat, asks for a glass of wine, and fiddles with his napkin.

“Tell us about your husband,” Molly says. “Where did you meet?”

His eyes twinkle. “In Kazakhstan. We were on a flight from Beijing that had engine trouble, had to set down in the middle of nowhere. From there, we were bussed to a small hotel, where he and I ended up being roommates for the night.”

“Love at first sight?” she asks.

He pauses, his lips twitching in a smile. “I felt as if I already knew him. We wasted no time in getting married.”

Molly tries to imagine the Sherlock she knew marrying a man on an impulse. Or marrying anyone. He’d proposed to a woman once, but that was for a case. He wasn’t like that, when she knew him.

“Where’s he from?” Greg asks. “What kind of work does he do?”

“Geneva is his home base, but he’s now relocated to London. He’s… a doctor.”

“You seem really happy,” Molly says. “I’m so glad.”

“I am happy.” Sherlock looks a bit surprised by this. “He’s everything I could ever want.”

They fall silent, sipping their wine and looking at the menu.

“Ah, here he is!” Sherlock’s face lights up in a way Molly has never seen. He’s standing, looking towards the door, impatiently rubbing his hands on his trousers, as if he can hardly restrain himself from running across the room. He waves.

Molly and Greg turn to see what kind of man could put that look on the face of Sherlock Holmes.

A short man in a trim suit, greying hair and beard, glasses. As he catches sight of Sherlock, he grins and opens his arms. They meet halfway in an embrace.

John Watson.

“Blimey.” Greg shakes his head. “Another ghost returns.”

@lisbeth-kk @meetinginsamarra @raina-at @bertytravelsfar @momma2boys @jrow @helloliriels @the-reading-lemon @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @elwinglyre @mydogwatson @thetimemoves @jobooksncoffee @lhrinchelsea @peanitbear @gregorovitchworld @7-percent @shiplocks-of-love @khorazir @gaylilsherlock @catlock-holmes @the-reading-lemon @a-victorian-girl @discordantwords

1506 words / Flash Fiction

Note: This is a sequel to The Tarmac, a fic I wrote 3 years ago.

Thank you all, readers and writers, for participating in this prompt fest! And thank you to @notjustamumj for starting us off, inspiring us with her prompts. It's been fun to wake up to lovely, fluffy, angsty little stories each day, but this is our last prompt. We'll have to do this again! Thank you 💕 and keep writing!

If any of you writers have posted your daily stories for these prompts in a collection or series on AO3, please share a link to them. Mine can be found here: Trifles Two.

#may 2023 prompts #bbc sherlock #johnlock #my fics #thirty-one days of johnlock #johnlock ficlets

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the jdcu: a comparative analysis in fact and fiction

several months ago I watched the netflix program mindhunter. this was a normal experience until I found out it is based on a memoir -- the work of 77 year old ex FBI agent John Douglas (jd). indeed, he is the man behind every behavioral analyst character youve ever seen, most notably jack crawford of silence of the lambs/Thomas Harris's novels, which consulted him personally.

I could not believe that those jds -- jack crawford and far more, as it turns out -- were based on the same man that jd of the show mindhunter was based on. mindhunter tv's jd is like if m3gan was a gay keebler elf. his girlfriend tells him to use his womanly wiles on murderers to get them to talk! and he does so -- the harlot! I was stunned. 77 year old ex FBI agent John Douglas consented for this little freak to be his eidolon forever on netflix? who even IS John Douglas?

and so I am compelled by intellectual curiosity to ask: by watching all jds ever committed to screen, can we qualify the multitude that is jd? and, after hearing John Douglas speak on John Douglas in his own words, can we decide who among the many is the most accurate fictional depiction? to conduct this study which is a really good use of my time, we begin by sorting the fictional jds into two categories: slaygent and hard boiled detective. after this, we will compare them to jd in his own words -- that is, his memoir and his masterclass.

mindhunter tv: let us begin where the problem first surfaced. much has been said about patient zero holden ford. a youthful thirty, he begins a career of seducing real life serial killers to learn about their behavior and so forth. many times I asked: girl what kind of interview is this? in the interest of time I will simply say that this evil roomba created and defines the slaygent category.

silence of the lambs: the next logical move. here we encounter the original and most famous fictional jd: jack crawford. despite a strong effort to manufacture chemistry with jodie foster, he is sadly still a man. three words I would use to describe this jd are Svelte, Serves in a trenchcoat, and Succinct. he falls in the middle of the slaygent/hard boiled Venn diagram.

manhunter: this jack is adorned with a rare and compelling mustache. in one scene he shouts, AND I'D DO IT AGAIN! I was not paying attention at this point to what he would do again but I did not doubt he would do it. no dignity, all exhaustion. hard boiled.

Hannibal nbc: jack crawford receives a much needed reboot! Laurence fishburne gives a nuanced and honestly moving performance of a man for whom meaning is unraveling one day at a time. this jack is sartorially aware but practical, and remains empathetic despite his painful job. hard boiled

the alienist: dr laszlo is our first sherlock holmes* archetype -- somehow this has not cropped up before now. with his difficulty relating to people, his lovely coat with a fur collar, and his genuinely sharp observations, laszlo alienist emerges as a dark horse slaygent.

*due to its original publication date, Sherlock Holmes and successive properties are not relevant to a John Douglas study.

criminal minds (& related procedurals): cm's david rossi, along with his counterparts across other networks, are unilaterally hard boiled.

though hardboiled jds prevail in quantity, slaygents are not necessarily an anomaly. now the moment of truth: is the real jd a holden ford or a jack crawford?

Mindhunter (book):

while reading this book I began to feel...discomfited. and not just because it's 400 pages of self aggrandizing ghostwritten prose. something was wrong. it wasn't until, in the last five pages of the gauntlet, that it all cohered.

jd and his wife separated because work kept him away, because he barely knew his children, and because when his daughter skinned her knee he couldn't find much empathy for the scrape because of the shit he saw all day. this isnt the unmarried antisocial slaygent ford who began our odyssey. this isn't even the stylish and heterosexual Jack Crawford of silence of the lambs, nor our mustachioed manhunter. a man who lacked empathy for his child? whose marriage crumbled? who thinks shrinks are dumb as hell? whose main recourse in difficult moments is to remind himself that serial killers are nothing but "inadequate losers" -- of no inherent interest to him outside of their contributions to his noble mission to stop serial killing?

whatever answer remains, however unfuckable, is the truth: holden ford -- and indeed any slaygent -- has never been John Douglas at all. even jack crawford is barely a jd himself. we've been overlooking the real jd all along. and he was right under our noses. hiding like the adder, right in plain sight.

the bill tench paradigm shift

a chain-smoking vet whose wife leaves him because he thinks their kid sucks? an unapproachable asshole clinging to his slippery moral high ground?

target locked.

but make no mistake. this is not yet a victory. if bill tench was right before us all along, then how many jds did I overlook with my narrow definition of a jd??? has hubris bested me again? who will we find now that the truth is blown open before us? how will we wrangle this new data into a useful paradigm? what does paradigm actually mean and can I use it in a sentence like that? questions we must answer.

I propose an ontological compromise. if we set slaygent at one end of a spectrum and the true jd at the other, we may examine all jds and potential jds without compromising the integrity of the real/tench jd, AND without ignoring the fact that slaygent ford is BILLED AS jd. indeed, slaygent and jd CAN coexist -- it is only that their differences must be accounted for.

below are MANY, though not every, possible jd.

now to the final frontier: www.masterclass.com, where for the low low price of 100 dollars you can access celebrities just verbatim reading from their memoirs. literally just verbatim reading from them. like I'm not joking like you could just go to fucking barnes and noble.

mindhunter (masterclass by jd): the discovery of this masterclass was a windfall in my work (thank you cj). now, at last, to the knowledge gleaned. jd (real) is man with white hair and a very slight New York accent. he is well fit for his age with minimal male pattern baldness. he confirms everything we have discovered regarding the bill tench paradigm shift; gruff, to-the-point, sardonic. even his controlled mannerisms are tenchian.

and so I must ask: from whence did the slaygent archetype spring? and why did jd consent for the scary keebler elf to be his proxy? despite the depth of my work, I cannot access the mind of this man, nor the circumstances which gave rise to these anomalies in the continuum.

still. in the indefatigable spirit of jd himself, I feel a theory nipping, nibbling at my ear. I mentioned sherlock holmes before, and now some unwanted voice within me calls out that very name. is it Holmes who shapes the slaygents into his image, even from beyond the grave? has all of this been a prelude to the real work -- the work of examining and classifying every Holmes committed to screen?

like vercingetorix, exhausted by the struggle, here I toss down my arms. with or without me, though, the jd quest continues. what doors remain unopened? what slaygent homunculi lay in wait behind them? and what will become of us, if we knock?

#well

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galadriel1010 · 1 year

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Jack and Phryne haven’t been married long before the inevitable happens and they’re working together on a case for the first time as man and wife. Wife and man, really, of course. Jack is more than relieved to realise that, as he’d always expected, it’s exactly like it was before their marriage, except that the conversation continues over breakfast. She’s still brilliant and infuriating, and they’re still perfectly in step.

The joy of it - it shouldn’t be a joy, really, a man is dead and his wife is missing, and Phryne is full speed ahead trying to find her while Jack deals with the statements and notes back at the station - is only dimmed slightly when Scanlon corners him, in front of two shifts, and asks why he’s letting her come along on cases still.

“Miss Fisher is an expert consultant who specialises in cases involving women and children. We have a missing woman, therefore she is on the case.”

Scanlon snorts. “Shouldn’t she be at home making your dinner?”

“No,” Jack eyes him, puzzled. “We have a Cordon Bleu trained chef for that. Besides, I’ve eaten her cooking. It’s not bad,” he adds quickly, because it isn’t, “but she’s a better detective than cook. Have you got that warrant yet?”

“You’ve changed, Robbo.”

He smiles back. A more intelligent man than Scanlon would be backing away by now. “I’ve been married for less than a month to one of the wealthiest and by far the most brilliant and beautiful woman in Australia. You have at least another eleven months of me being pleased with myself.”

“Wealthy and brilliant. What did she see in you?”

The temperature in the room has been dropping steadily and Jack has made a mental note of the constables clever enough to edge for the doors, but at that comment he can’t help but laugh. “Mr Butler cooks, I eat, and between us we keep her quite happy.” There is a lone snort of laughter from the one constable who gets it. “Most women appreciate a man who treats them as a human being. You should try it some time.”

Scanlon goes purple in the face and turns to storm off, but Jack grabs his collar before he can leave. “I’d appreciate it, Inspector, if you would keep your thoughts to yourself. Whether in public or private,” he adds, because he doesn’t mind holding his own in front of their men and it’s not exactly hard against Scanlon, but he doesn’t want to have to. “And especially in front of Phryne.”

“Why? What will you do?”

Jack smiles, and something about his expression drains the colour from Scanlon’s face. “Hold her coat. Now get me that warrant.”

ETA: now on AO3

#mfmm #ficlet #phrack

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grvstnaya-svka · 9 months

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Post season 8 Castle Headcanons

Castle picking up the kids from school bringing them to the precinct to visit mommy, Captain Kate Beckett-Castle. Sometimes they get to hang out with Aunt Lanie, & Uncles Ryan and Esposito too. Castle often brings dinner for his wife. She sometimes forgets to eat, seeing as she’s not on the streets nearly as much. Not as many opportunities to go out and pick up some food on the case. Though, the boys do offer sometimes.

Castle buys Lanie very nice Spa certificates, jewelry, etc and new equipment for the morgue. And a cappuccino machine.

Kate always bringing Lanie coffee, treats, etc. when she’s called to a crime scene.

Castle surprising Kate with a puppy for their 5th anniversary. At first, she’s convinced it was to entertain their kids but he reminds her of their time taking care of Royal, the dog show judge’s own golden retriever companion. Kate had mentioned that she’d been wanting to get a dog then. In fact, they both did. Now was the perfect time. (s4, e13)

Big “Sissy” Alexis and Gram babysitting/ absolutely spoiling the kiddos during “Caskett” date nights or late nights at the office/precinct.

Kate meets up with victims’ relatives on occasion to comfort them when they need it. Usually from Joanne Delgado, whose mother was stuffed in her safe during a home invasion/robbery. (s1, e7)

Detective Karpowski coming back to the 12th on a case of her own to get a consult. When her case is solved they all take her out for a celebratory beer. They reminisce about her time at the 12th, and of course, the Bet ™. (s2, e2)

Jeremy preswick and Emma Carnes run into castle and Beckett one day at the park while walking their dog, Lucy. They chat for a bit. Both Emma and Jeremy are excited because it seems that Jeremy was starting to gain some of his memories back from before the shooting at the art gallery. They’re still living together. Rebuilding what they once had as much as possible with Jeremy’s memory lapse. But that’s ok with Emma. They both seem very happy to have each other. (s2, e11)

Castle decides to do his PI work from home. Alexis helps man the office with Hayley. Rick plays more of a consultant role at this point, seeing as he has three youngsters to watch. The cases he helps with are rather sparse and small but it keeps him occupied and happy. He never fails to get super excited/giddy when he gets a case that somehow intercepts with an investigation from the 12th. Of course, the Castles now have a deadbolt on the apartment door. Given the wild shit they’ve dealt with before, both of them being in the same dangerous line of work, their children’s safety was a bit more of a concern.

Jenny, Kate, Hayley, Lanie, Alexis, and Martha having a girls’ day every so often. Brunch and spa days, mani/pedis, etc. Kate even convinces the hubby to let them use the vacation house in the Hamptons sometimes for a weekend.

The poker games continue! Both the bestsellers crew, and Rick’s “Gotham City” crew, plus Kate. The Castles’ are no longer shy about kicking each other’s asses. Kate wins a good 55% of the time. Out of all of them. Montgomery’s chair is honored with the same rule as with the best sellers crew. Nobody sits there. Sometimes, former captain Gates joins them. She enjoys watching Kate whooping Castle’s ass. Very much.

Annual New Year’s party at the Castles’ place. Jenny & Ryan, little Sarah Grace and Nicholas Javier, Lanie, Esposito, Hayley, Vicram, Alexis, Martha, Jim (Beckett) and of course the Castles’; Rick, Kate and little Lily, Jake and Reece. Sometimes Gates makes a special appearance. The grownups play some of poker once the kids are asleep.

The boys going to games together. Sometimes clubs. Castle lists Javi on his insurance for the Ferrari. Javi likes to try to pick up chicks if he can with the fancy car.

Castle finding out Kate and Jim’s favorite baseball team(s) and getting them all the tickets he can get his hands on. The best seats. Close enough for a chance to catch a flyaway ball… just for Kate. They usually bring the kids. And sometimes Castle.

The whole 12th gang getting tickets/invites to the next broadway play featuring The Martha Rodgers.

Mia “The Nose” Lazlo (s8, e5) sends Kate special order perfumes that she’s helped test. Mia and Castle exchange emails every now and then. Castle always makes sure to send her tickets to his mother’s shows.

Kate and Jim have a tradition to visit the late Johanna Beckett’s grave on her birthday. Sometimes Castle comes along. Sometimes they bring the kids, if they’re up for it. They always bring flowers. Kate, Jim, and the kids like to give her little updates on the things happening in their lives.

The 12th detectives , Lanie and Castle visit Captain Montgomery’s grave, when they can. They keep in touch with his family. Make sure they’re doing ok.

The team going to each other’s kids dance recitals, science fairs, etc. They have play dates with each other.

Summer cook outs/ memorial weekend/ July 4th at the Hamptons with he whole crew! (Or whoever’s available.)

On particularly difficult cases, castle hosts Blue Nights at The Haunt. Cops get drinks free. Though, the 12th crew always get some sort of friends & family discount. There is also a small shrine to Roy behind the bar. Every time any of them visit, they have a drink in his honor.

Dinner dates at Q3. Being good friends with the owner and the new chef really makes the whole experience that much better. Beckett and Madison get to catch up every now and then. And castle gets to try Chef Wong’s oven roasted pork belly glaze that she’d made on Kitchen Wars. (e2, e22)

#abc’s castle #richard castle #rick castle #kate beckett #captain kate Beckett of the 12th precinct #12th precinct #katherine houghton beckett #dr lanie parish #detective Javier Esposito #detective kevin ryan #jenny O’Malley #Jennifer ryan #Honey Milk!#alexis rodgers #martha rodgers #jim beckett

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Chapter 16: Coffee Talk: Katsu begins to unravel the mystery of her parents, and discovers a previously unknown connection to Sasuke.

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

By the time Sho arrived the next morning, Mitsuhide had already left for his reconnaissance du jour. I was disappointed to find myself alone (well, alone with Sho). Maybe ‘Kyubei’ and ‘Kaya’ weren’t a suitable pair for any detective work, but one would think that ‘Katsu’ could accompany Mitsuhide. Four eyes are better than two.

Last night, I thought that we’d managed to move our working relationship to something more equitable. More friendly. Apparently I was wrong. Maybe it had been the sake after all.

It would be an exaggeration to say that I was sulking, but apparently, I was in enough of a #mood that Sho asked me if I had had a fight with ‘Master Kyubei’.

“He doesn’t fight. He issues orders and presumes we’ll follow them… and why do you ask?” It occurred to me that she might have passed him on his way out the door. “Did he say anything to you?”

“Oh yes!” She pulled a folded paper out of her kimono. “He said to give this to you and told me to remind you that you were not to leave the house.” She frowned and looked rather pouty herself. Since our visit to the docks was not to be repeated, I suppose she was feeling deprived of a Shojumaru stalking opportunity.

The message was sealed – if Sho had opened it to read it, she had done a good job erasing the evidence. But once I scanned the two lines he’d written, I realized there was nothing in it that needed to be hidden from her anyway. “Kaya, I am headed inland to consult with a clan about a wayward shipment. I expect you will not leave the machiya during this time.”

Not exactly a code, but the unwritten message was that he had gone to Azuchi to talk to Nobunaga. It would have been nice if he had told me this last night. Or, given that he was so autocratic, he could have awakened me to give me his instructions in person. I sighed. “He’s gone out of town for a day or so.”

“Oh.” Sho sighed too, probably at the realization that there would be no trips to the docks for a while. Then she suddenly smiled. “That gives us plenty of time to play with your hair. I can practice different styles on you.”

Oh. Joy.

After four days – four! - of being Sho’s human Barbie doll and four evenings of searching the machiya for Aki’s letter (only to conclude that Mitsuhide must have taken it with him), with no word at all from Mitsuhide, I was ready to tear the building down. By hand. Azuchi was half a day away. He could have gone there and back twice over – or at least sent Kyubei with a message.

Even a message telling me to continue to stay put.

Maybe he hadn’t realized he’d be gone this long. Maybe, in fact, if he had thought he would be gone for almost a week, he wouldn’t have put me under soft house arrest. I’d learned my lesson about investigating on my own, and I was smart enough to know that our investigation had reached a point where I needed to step out of Mitsuhide’s way. However, unrelated all that, there was a certain Portuguese merchant who had information about my father.

Maybe when Mitsuhide said, ‘don’t leave the building’ what he meant was ‘don’t investigate Shojumaru without me.’

If I were just going to visit an old friend… surely that would be ok.

When Sho arrived for my daily hair model punishment, I put the question to her as well. “Do you think that Kyubei meant that we couldn’t leave at all, or just that we couldn’t go back to the docks?”

“He said don’t leave, but… perhaps he really meant don’t go anywhere dangerous.” And with that statement, she became not my maid, but my co-conspirator. “Is there somewhere you wish to go?”

“A family friend – a merchant – I would like to visit him… and his wife.” I mentally married Francisco off, as Sho would likely feel more comfortable with that sort of duty visit. One that I intended to pay by myself. “His machiya is near the warehouse district. If you want to visit Hiko” (and by that I meant take a peek at Shojumaru), “you could do that while I was on my visit.”

No, I had no shame using her crush on Shojumaru slash Motonari to my advantage. Granted I also wanted to hear his voice again confirm that with my memory of Motonari’s from five years ago, but that might be pressing disobedience too far. No, instead, I would find out what Francisco knew, about de Sousa, about Shojumaru… about my father.

With the potential for catching sight of Shojumaru spurring her on, Sho rushed through our morning beauty tortures and in no time, I was walking into Francisco’s office – this after first strolling into a booksellers to put Sho off the scent (I did realize that she would wonder if I visited a Nanban merchant).

Francisco was at his desk, using a western style quill pen that scratched across the surface of whatever document he was working on. When he looked up and saw me, he literally turned pale and put his hand to his heart. He opened his mouth and nothing came out.

Was he having a heart attack? “Francisco? Are you ok? In pain?”

“Oh. Katsu. You gave me such a fright. With your hair like that, you looked just like…” he caught himself, and turned the end of the sentence into a cough.

I reached up and touched my hair. When Sho had been experimenting with styles, she had given me bangs. Without a mirror, though, I had no idea what I looked like with them. I’d never worn my hair like this, not even when I lived in modern Japan. A conscious effort not to look like--

“My mother? Is that what you were going to say?” I hadn’t been sure whether Francisco had known her too, but this confirmed it.

He startled again, then opened the desk drawer and rooted around. “The letter. You took it?”

Time to play offence. “It was addressed to me. I wanted to know if it had anything to do with his disappearance.” I sat down across from him and gave him my best imitation of Mitsuhide’s authoritative stare.

“I told you that it could not be so, since he wrote it so long ago – and now that you have read it, do you not agree?” He sounded defensive about it.

Ok, note to self, need to work on that authoritative stare.

“Well, Mitsuhide took it from me before I could read all of it, but I did get through the bit that revealed you and Aki are also from the future.” Maybe there would be important stuff in the rest, but since Francisco did not know my father’s code he wouldn’t know what was on that last page either. “You knew her?”

“Not that well. “ He continued to dig through the desk drawer. “As you are aware, I have trouble understanding your language –“

“If you were in Japan before I was born, and you’ve been here ever since, then you’ve had over twenty-five years to learn it.” Granted, Francisco was incredibly bad at languages, but… seriously?

“Not all that long ago. When I first went back in time, it was to Portugal of 1573. I’ve been in this century for almost ten years.” He scratched his head. “I think. When you do as much time travel as I have, things tend to blur.”

Ok. That sort of made sense. I supposed that would also explain how Aki could be my father and yet not appear old enough to have a child my age. I had so many questions, questions like, why did you time travel? When are you from? Did he love her?”

“I am certain of it. We… we were not supposed to get personally involved. He would not have taken that kind of risk unless there were strong feelings attached.” Francisco put up his hands. “Please. Let me explain what I can. We were consulting with some prominent historians. Kokomo? No. Mikomo…?”

“Mikumo?” That would be how Sasuke had connected with Aki. He had said that ‘Professor Yamaoka’ was a family friend.

“Yes. Mikumo was their name. They were married. I remember that the woman had a baby during that time and she would put him in a,” he mimed a playpen, “while we went over the research.”

Baby Sasuke. Getting to hear about history before he could even speak. “Sasuke.” I said his name out loud to confirm.

“Yes. That sounds right. Your mother was his ama seca.”

The Portuguese phrase was unfamiliar to me. “Secretary?”

Francisco shook his head. “No. She cared for the baby. So that his parents could study without being bothered.”

Nanny. My mother had been Sasuke’s nanny? I wondered if he would remember her, although… no, he would have been an infant.

“She was paying for her training that way. I believe she wished to be a dancer and there was some difficulty with her parents over that choice.” He rummaged through the drawer one more time. “When you retrieved the letter, you did not continue to look through here, or you would have found this.” He handed me a drawing of a woman dressed in a Noh costume – my mother.

I had never seen her like that – she held an open fan over her head, while she gestured gracefully with the other. She was smiling.

“You don’t smile very often.”

Through most of my life, my mother had not smiled. And though I knew that her depression was clinical, apparently originating from an episode of post-partum depression that worsened and never, unlike most cases, left, part of me had always believed my unknown father had stolen her smile. It was Aki who had taken it when he left. That was the one thing I could never forgive, even if I allowed him the rest.

“I drew it from memory for him – your father – but he found it too painful to keep.” Francisco rubbed his chest as if her memory was painful to him too. “In the middle of our historical research, an urgent situation arose, and we had to leave. Aki tried to find her to say goodbye – in fact, though it would have been forbidden, I believe he would have asked her to come with us – but, we ran out of time.”

“Time travelers ran out of time.” One would think that would be the only thing they had plenty of.

Francisco caught my sarcasm. “It’s not as if time travel can be done at the click of a button. Or rather, that was in fact the problem. A prototype for that – a device that could eliminate the necessity of waiting for a wormhole – was stolen.”

At that moment, what should have been obvious to me earlier suddenly was clear. “You and my father weren’t casual time travelers – you’re from a time when it’s common knowledge. When?”

Francisco refused to look at me. “Although yes, it is a future beyond yours, but even so, time travel is not a thing we attempt lightly. Wormholes, such as the one you travelled through, are still the primary method of travel. Those are not things we can control.”

It was clear from his body language that there were things he wasn’t telling me, and I suddenly saw Mitsuhide’s point about the frustration of knowing there was more information that was being held back.

“You and my father urgently needed to catch a wormhole here in order to retrieve this stolen device?” I could see why that would have been chaotic, but I wasn’t willing to let Aki, and by association Francisco, off the hook. “He must have come back for her at some point though. Otherwise he would not have known about me or Toshiie.” And I knew, from talking to Sasuke, that Aki had been in modern Japan recently enough – otherwise Sasuke wouldn’t have recognized his name.

“He did. I do not know the details, but it sounded like your mother refused to have anything to do with him then.” Francisco shut his eyes. When he spoke again, it was very slowly, as if his word choice would be the difference between life and death. “I remember her as being somewhat volatile.”

That wasn’t my memory of her, but it was easy to believe she had changed. I didn’t know she once dreamed of being a dancer. Having twins must have put an end to that dream. Especially when she had no help from my father. No way to find him. And he… had only found me when I was old enough, skilled enough, to be useful to him. “Did he on purpose bring us to-“

“Dear me. Once again, a little bird has flown out of her nest.” That comment preceded Mitsuhide’s entrance into the room.

“Senhor Mitsuhide, welcome!” Francisco got up and bowed very clumsily, somehow managing to bump his head on the desk on the upswing. “I am happy to eat you in my home.” Francisco’s Japanese was as execrable as always, and after a pause he switched to Portuguese. “Do you want tea… or, I have coffee from the Dutch.”

Coffee? Aki had had access to coffee all the time he knew me?

Francisco took ceramic jar from a built-in shelf. He pulled off the lid, and the smell of coffee beans filled the room. “Katsu, do you want some coffee? I imagine it has been a long time since you were able to drink it.”

In truth, I didn’t like coffee all that much, but Francisco’s moving around to prepare it would give me a chance to explain things to Mitsuhide, so I said, “Yes. Sure. Refresh my memory.”

Mitsuhide raised that eyebrow, reminding me that I needed to provide translation service for Francisco’s Portuguese (actually, with Francisco, sometimes his Japanese needed translation too). “Francisco is offering us a drink that the Nanban and other Westerners drink – their version of tea, although it doesn’t taste much like it.”

“If he is already going to be preparing it, then I will try it.” Mitsuhide’s attention was still on me, and he glanced over to the drawing I still held.

Not wanting him to have access to this private part of my past, I flipped it over. While Francisco was occupied smashing up the coffee beans, I told Mitsuhide, “I thought Francisco might know something about de Sousa or Shojumaru.”

“Ah.” An ‘ah’ that could have meant a dozen things – most of them boding ill for me. “Does he?” I couldn’t tell anything about his mood from his tone of voice. He might not have wanted me to leave the townhouse, but if that had been really an important order, maybe he should have told me in person and then not left me alone for four days.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to ask yet. We got sidetracked.” I glanced down at the paper. He looked at it again too, and with one questioning finger, he tapped the edge of it. “Yes. It’s a portrait of my mother. We were talking about her.”

“Neither you nor Aki have ever mentioned her.” He didn’t invade my privacy by turning the portrait back over – at least he allowed me that.

“She died a long time ago.” And, I couldn’t talk about her. Not with Mitsuhide, who likely wouldn’t understand. Or worse, understand too much. “How did you figure out where I was?”

“Sho was making a spectacle of herself at the harbor. She told me where she left you and it didn’t take much effort to realize where you were headed. Ah, thank you, Senhor,” he added when Francisco brough over three steaming cups of coffee.

Francisco understood ‘arigato’ at least, so he smiled and seated himself behind his desk. In terrible Japanese, he managed to convey that coffee was a delicacy.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say that, but then on the rare times that I had drunk coffee in modern Japan, I preferred to drink it with a lot of milk. I picked up the cup in my hands, letting it warm them, while I eyed Mitsuhide to see how he would react to the flavor.

No reaction at all, though he gave Francisco a friendly smile. “I imagine this would be bracing on a cold morning.”

Unlikely Francisco would understand all that, but not really worth translating. Mitsuhide turned to me. “Well as long as you’ve gone to the trouble of escaping again, you might as well ask him your questions.”

Switching to Portuguese, I asked Francisco to tell me what, if anything, he knew about Shojumaru and de Sousa.

“Shojumaru – I do not know him well. He owns a few warehouses, but does not import or export any goods on his own. Many people use the warehouses though. He deals honestly with Japanese and Portuguese merchants alike.” Hm, yeah, I had gotten the impression that Shojumaru had a positive reputation here in Sakai. But that did beg the question…

I translated Francisco’s comment to Mitsuhide, then asked, “Didn’t you purchase the fabrics from Shojumaru the other day?” Or had it been Tadayo’s shipment? No, that couldn’t be right – it would be a waste of time to put a shipment in a warehouse when you had a storefront.

“I believe that was indeed the case. Ask him if he can think of any reason why Tadayo would think Shojumaru was importing fabric.”

I relayed Mitsuhide’s question to Francisco, who only shrugged. “I could have it wrong, Katsu. As for the other man, de Sousa, he brings in weapons and wishes to take out silver.”

After I translated that for Mitsuhide, he simply nodded, but said nothing. I didn’t know if that meant he had no other questions, or if he wanted to see how I interrogated Francisco without any particular prompting. Then again, Mitsuhide wasn’t aware of the time travel (unless he had managed to decode Aki’s letter… and I did not think he was capable of doing so, or if he had been capable that he wouldn’t have immediately asked me about time travel). I turned back to Francisco, as that thought prompted me to ask, “What is your role here? I mean in this time period? Are you actually a merchant, or is there some crazy time travel mission that you are on?”

“It is both, Katsu. My being a merchant gives me a cover that allows me to stay. Perhaps I should have chosen the role of a missionary.” He glanced at Mitsuhide then back to me. “It is a long story and now is not the time to tell it. All I can say is that I try not to get too close to people who would be able to find problems in my backstory. de Sousa is one of those people. As for Shojumaru, he is not always in Sakai, I believe he has business interests elsewhere, for he travels frequently.”

Cutting out the first part regarding the time travel, I passed on the remainder of the information to Mitsuhide. “Is there anything else you would like me to ask him while we are here?”

“Insert Shojumaru’s other name into the conversation and see if it gets a reaction.” He leaned back in the chair, appearing quite at ease in this western style of furniture, and took a sip of the coffee.

“Have you ever met Mouri Motonari?” I dropped the name in quickly, and allowed Mitsuhide to do that body language/ face reading voodoo trick… that he really needs to teach me how to do.

Francisco appeared to give the question some thought. “No. Is he not dead? In history at least he was dead at this time? If he is not, then… it is not a good thing.”

Well history has been topsy-turvy for years now, and who knows whether Aki and Francisco’s time travel had been a catalyst for what was now possibly a paradox.

“He thinks Motonari is dead,” I finally remembered to translate for Mitsuhide.

“I had gathered that… oddly, ‘morto’ is one of the Nanban words I do know.” He stood up. “Come along now. Thank your friend for the information and this … bracing beverage. We must return home so that I can chain you to me.”

He was joking.

I think.

Spoiler alert. He wasn’t joking.

@selenacosmic @lorei-writes @bestbryn @akitsuneswife @lyds323 @tele86

#10things #10 things i hate about mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #ikesen fanfic #ikesen mitsuhide #ao3 link #mitsuhide monday #ikemen sengoku fanfic #mitsuhide akechi

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bertytravelsfar · 1 year

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If There Were Any Time For A Miracle - Season’s Greetings from the Holmes Family Christmas. There’s snow and mistletoe, misunderstandings and music.

Tomorrow - At Baker Street Mrs Hudson has her work cut out for her - making idiots admit to being in love. The only problem is that one of them is going back to his dreadful wife tomorrow. Luckily Hudders knows a trick or two.

A Little Christmas Spirit - In which a Christmas cocktail must be decided upon which leads to unforeseen circumstances.

This Time - Not exactly jolly, but not hopeless. Sherlock is breaking his unspoken rules by meeting up with John but somehow he cannot stay away.

A Smart Arse Consulting Detective Is For Life, Not Just For Christmas - This is not the Christmas Eve John had planned but it turns out for the best despite being locked in a freezing farm building for the night.

Please watch out for the ratings and read the tags and warnings.

Wishing you all a peaceful and safe season.

Berty xxx

#Johnlock fic #johnlock #christmas fic #my fic #sherlock BBC

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amypihcs · 8 months

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FINALLY! FI-NAL-LY! DAJE! VAMPIRE IN SUSSEX, HERE WE GOOOO! Let's see what Watson has for us!

Love Holmes' half chuckle. Watson does too. Also them passing things by tossing them around, 100/100, i approve! Nuuu, Holmes is BORED!

What do we know about vamps? Let's see, let's see!

So from this i deduce Holmes is at the moment sitting on Watson's lap and Watson just needs to stretch to get the volume since it WON'T DO to disturb one's consulting detective snuggled on one's lap. Also Holmes reading his index 'LOVINGLY' adoring it!

AAAHH good old index! You truly can't b-

THINKING TO IT AGAIN. Not satisfied, Holmes? And well... Watson is actually there to make good points!

Also let me point out that both Porphyria and consumption are strongly linked with vampirism. Truly, Holmes, 'no ghosts need to apply'.

Oh good, there's a letter N 2 and Holmes reads it!

They played rugby together!

No Holmes. You will NEVER get to his limits!

Watson, don't be rude and DO NOT be self conscious, you are in great shape, seen your tendency to chase down criminals. Holmes as soon as the client is out of your hair, kiss your husband better.

And we get a pretty nice portrait of a messy family life... Well, 'big Bob Ferguson', not to criticize, but...

Maybe it's better to getto know one's wife before marrying her. Just a suggestion, eh!

CASE ACCEPTED! HOLMES IS BORED ENOUGH TO BE INTERESTED IN THIS!

'course, Watson stays with him. You can't go on a case without your Watson!

They get there, and we see the building!

And after Holmes has looked VERY CAREFULLY at the decorations (are you out of your MIND, FERGUSON? hanging WEAPONS in a house with a small child and a TEEN?) he sees something that interests him!

DOGGY!! Poor doggy is not well.It somehow interests Holmes.

Holmes your TACT. Forgot it in baker street?

Well, at least you know well how to calm upset rugby players!

We'll see the solution in the next letter i believe? Holmes is momentarily busy kissing Watson happy and self confident!

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #dr watson #john h watson #watson played rugby!#acd johnlock #victorian johnlock #sussex vampire #i love this story

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depressedhouseplant · 10 days

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🔞 AU Concepts 🔞

‼️These are NOT to be used without my permission. If you’d like to use one please DM me or comment & also credit me for use of the concept. This includes changing the fandom / ship ‼️

* Boys of Summer (Namjin):

Every year, Jin sees the same boy come to his oceanside hometown. Every year, he also looks miserable. Determined to give him at least one good summer, Jin discovers exactly why the boy never smiles

* Bang, You’re Dead (Yoonminseok):

When line cook Yoongi witnesses a gang assassination behind his restaurant, he’s given a protective detail. Detectives Jimin and Hoseok have never liked each other and now they’re stuck watching the same witness 24/7

* Hellhound (Yoonminseok):

Hoseok and Jimin have been dating for several months. However, Jimin has yet to spend the night. Why? Because he isn’t human. They consult a mint haired witch to reverse Jimin’s curse

* Watch It Burn (Bbangju):

Alpha King Juyeon has everything - a beautiful Omega Queen and a pup on the way. When Younghoon is kidnapped, Juyeon will burn down the kingdom to get him back

* Idolatry (Milsun):

Idols Sunwoo and Hyunjae have constantly crossed paths since debut. After a one night stand in Paris, one of them realizes his feelings are more than lust

* Mortal Fools (Taejoon):

Namjoon has always dreamed of becoming a mainstream rapper. When he gets his big break, he’s forced to leave his boyfriend Taehyung behind. When he returns for a break, the boy he loved is a man he doesn’t recognize

* Something Wicked (JiHope):

Prince Jimin has a blood witch wreaking havoc on his province. His only hope is water witch Hoseok. Who happens to be his ex-betrothed

* Ivory Sun (SOPE):

Sun God Hoseok doesn’t think much about his job. He brings the sunlight. One winter he notices messages and art in the snow. He meets Winter God Yoongi and realizes their paths can never truly cross

* Moonshine Nation (BTS Rap Line):

Namjoon runs the largest bootleg operation on the east coast. His 2 lieutenants Yoongi and Hoseok owe him their lives. In return he hides their true relationship - lovers

* Demonology (JiHope):

Before an archangel and a horseman were bound, there was a demon who desired an angel and would have him no matter the cost (prequel to Wings of War)

* Wings of War (Taejoon):

Taehyung in an Archangel. Namjoon is a Horseman of the Apocalypse. When Taehyung heals him in the mortal realm, the two are bound together permanently.

(I actually started writing this fic but then hit the wall)

* Broken (SOPE):

After a car accident Hoseok is put in a coma. His boyfriend Yoongi can only hope his words get through

* You’re My Light (2seok):

Hoseok and Jin are 2 high powered men with wives to match. Jin has never wanted anyone, including his wife, until he meets Hoseok. Hoseok is happy to meet Jin’s needs. How long will their secret keep?

* Eternal Hearts (Minjoon)

Cursed by a witch with eternal life, Jimin has lived a solitary existence for hundreds of years. Then an adventurous trick or treater is dared to approach his home. When he opens the door, he sees someone he thought he lost centuries ago

* Best Man (Jakehoon):

“I’m getting married,”

Those three words felt like the end of Jake’s world. His best friend, who he was also hopelessly in love with, Park Sunghoon, was engaged to someone else.

(This is omegaverse)

* Smoke and Shadows (Sunkyu):

Kim Sunwoo is a serial sugar baby. When notoriously private chaebol Ji Changmin offers him a lifestyle he never imagined, Sunwoo happily accepts. However, what the world doesn’t know about Changmin can hurt them.

* Let’s Ride It Out (Bbangju):

When Younghoon confesses to Juyeon that he doesn’t want to approach his crush until he’s more experienced, Juyeon offers to help. It ends just as poorly as these things usually do

* Baby, Don’t Be So Jealous (Bbangnyukyu):

Younghoon’s boyfriend is the jealous type. He’d like to break him of that.

Enter: Ji Changmin

* Did It Hurt? (Jumil):

After one too many drinks, Hyunjae sends a pickup line to his favorite idol during a live. Fortunately, Juyeon’s English isn’t great. Unfortunately, Juyeon’s co-idol speaks fluent English.

* Trust Issues (VHope):

Hobi has always known he’s gay, but he makes good money in the straight porn industry. When he finally gets up the courage to come out, he’s fired. Taehyung helps him get a job in the gay porn industry & might be the one to patch up Hobi’s damaged feelings

#AU concepts #minors dni #bts fanfic #the boyz fanfic #enhypen fanfic

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