THOR: RAGNAROK Period AU After Lord Odin, founder of Odin & Sons Gold Company, passed away from a mysterious illness, Thor Odinson is forced to come back from his two-year sabbatical to Asgard Hall as rightful heir of the land and the business. This immediately puts him at odds with his adopted brother Loki who, until then, was overseeing the property and operations (to little success) as the acting heir. Friction sparks between both brothers when Thor suspects Loki of his involvement with their father’s sudden demise—until an unexpected visitor, a woman named Hela, changes the game and claims to be their estranged eldest sister and the rightful heir of Lord Odin.
I’ve got a pretty cool AU/ Theory for Anti that goes along with this piece! Very proud of both, haha. Basically (and very shortly told); In my AU Jack is hallucinating himself being controlled by something and uses the ‘Anti’ persona as an excuse, to kind of blame someone for what bad stuff his mind is coming up with. Murder and all. At some point, I imagined what his head/ his dreams would look like in that scenario and - tada! This is what happened. :D
Obviously the theory is just a little plot idea I had. I know Jack is not actually a lunatic who goes on murder sprees, oml. I was just like; what if he really doesn’t want to believe that he could potentially become a murderer? Or maybe doesn’t want to believe that he already is one? And THEN blames a non existent character for the bad stuff he does? Craziness, haha! Gotta love them psycho-thrillers, amirite?
The theory isn’t meant to offend Jack or anyone else in any way! I hope you like it, though. I might draw some more stuff about it in the future. C:
Thanks to @therealjacksepticeye and @pixlpit for sTILL MOTIVATING AND INSPIRING ME SO MUCH URGH! I can’t wait for the amazing stuff those two will come up with in the following months! :D
Now I will go and get me a salad. A nice salad and some ice coffee. Nom.
Note; please don’t repost/ reupload my art! C:
Also, I suggest y’all go listen to ‘MISSIO’! Amazing musicians, way too underrated! I listened to them a lot while drawing this and bOI it is good!
Here are one hundred adventure seeds you can use to
generate ideas for your adventures and campaigns.
A ancient and evil balor sorcerer imprisons old friends of the
player characters, holding them hostage in return for a
A band of several death slaadi rogues and sorcerers
begins to waylay all planar travelers who chance
through their recently claimed turf on the Astral Plane.
A ranger hero recognized around the world begins to
organize a group of explorers for reasons unknown…
A bardic college develops a style of music that charms
and dominates any that listen to it too long.
A beholder cluster, made up of many beholders driven mad, begins to war with lesser beholder communities,
apparently all seeking a beholder artifact.
A prominent deity grows sick and will die if the cause of
its divine ill is not discovered.
A beloved prophecy long accepted as true fails to
occur because of the characters’ meddling, and the
world turns against them…
A blinding, yellow haze seeps down from the sky,
covering the world…
A celestial tree hundreds of miles long reaches its
roots down and begins to grow on the world’s
surface. Creatures from other worlds live in the
heights of the tree.
A child is born who prophecy indicates will one day
ascend to godhood.
A black disease blights the forest, killing all vegetation
as it continues to expand without limit at an ever-accelerating
A clan of psionic militants breaks away from the
kingdom — literally. A huge chunk of land hundreds of
acres wide floats up and away (taking with it many
terrified non-psionic people).
A conjunction of parallel planes somehow energizes a
lowly peasant to the power of a greater deity — but only
until the conjunction ends.
A cross-time catastrophe has cut off the Material Plane
from all others.
A dragon kills the ruler of the largest nation and takes
over, calling itself the Dragon King.
A flaw in a true resurrection spell leaves one player character
undead by night and alive by day.
A floating city arrives from across the sea, apparently
fleeing the depredations of the Warlord, a barbarian of an epic caliber.
A flock of angelic avengers and celestials is ravaging across the continent.
A meeting is called by a storm giant blackguard.
Powerful giants from around the world (and
other worlds) begin to congregate. Though no one knows the meaning of this calling…
A glorious gemstone in which the first light of creation
still lingers is purportedly languishing in an ancient,
A great chase ensues through endless parallel dimensions
as wizard researchers follow the faint trail of the
long-vanished elder elves.
A group of gargoyle paragons claims the Cathedral of
Pelor as its own new home.
A hero of renown (a quasi-deity, really) is to be wed to
an elven prince, but the prince’s royal family claims the
prince is under a spell.
A hole is gouged in the veil separating life and death.
As the tide of life pours out into the void, all creatures
everywhere begin to die as they accumulate negative
levels. The hole must be mended.
A red dragon and two of its siblings emerge from a
red-lit cavern in the earth.
A lesser deity declares the PCs as its mortal enemies,
enjoining all its worshipers and allies to find and slay
A longstanding illusion is pierced, revealing that the
king is nowhere to be found, and that all dictates of
the kingdom have been actually flowing from the
A new deity decides to leave the Outer Planes to set up
its palace on the face of the Material Plane. Once it
arrives, it demands worshipers and servitors.
A mad chronomancer with a mastery of time, has determined how to destroy the past (and
therefore the present). Unless it can be stopped, time
itself will unravel.
A planar conjunction will soon come to pass, allowing
the legions of hell (or worse) direct access to a
selected part of the Material Plane for 24 hours. It
can’t be stopped, but some famous characters may attempt to
defend key cities or strongholds from the onslaught.
A player character’s heart is stolen and replaced with a
magical gem or a strange alchemical creation. Who
knows how long the replacement will last?
A powerful wizards’ guild enters all-out war with the
dominant religious order of the world.
A quasi-deity wants an escort as it ventures into the
Abyss to release a companion quasi-deity from bondage.
A rogue moon threatens to crash down upon the
world, ending all life.
A sentient spell-virus is raging out of control among
spellcasters. All who fall victim to it become part of one
unified mind controlled by a malign intelligence.
A species of “fish” introduced from another plane has
provided good eating and relief from famine over the
last year. Now, thousands (possibly millions?) of the fish-like
creatures begin a sudden growth spurt, transforming en
masse into terribly powerful and bloodthirsty predators.
A splinter community of humans evolves into a
sub-race sporting strange and variant powers.
A syndicate of assassins dramatically expands its
membership by introducing a mind-control potion
into a city’s water supply.
A team of nightmares draws a chariot driven by a
powerful fighter into the city.
A titan seeks those brave enough to release it from its
age-long bondage; its rescuers may face the wrath of
A vampire scion from another plane begins to conquer
world after world with the help of a reforged artifact of
legend, Midnight’s Heart.
A volcano erupts. In the aftermath, a portal to the City
of Brass on the Elemental Plane of Fire remains open
A well-known wizards’ guild’s magical dumping ground
of failed experiments and stale spell components
A wizard attempting to summon a powerful devil slips
up and somehow summons an abomination instead:
an infernal lord of the hells.
A wizard claims to have developed an epic spell ritual
that, if cast, will slay a deity.
All magic items crafted from a particular city begin to
bestow negative effects on their owners with each use.
All who fall asleep on a selected world cannot be awakened
and eventually die in their sleep. Exhaustion is beginning to take a hold on even the greatest heroes of its realm…
An adventuring party stumbles upon the tomb prison
of an long dead half-god and releases it.
An anti-magic plague is released by an unknown agency,
causing sickness and eventually death to any who
prepare or cast arcane spells.
An artifact belonging to one of the characters must be
destroyed, lest some great catastrophe, which has
secretly been gathering, come to pass.
An artifact capable of forever dominating all red dragons everywhere
An enclave of gnomes customizes an iron colossus
into a walking war platform.
A group of NPCs known for good deeds suddenly
embarks on a death spree, murdering merchants and
A group of NPCs decides to destroy the PC adventurers,
for reasons that are initially obscure.
A sentient, free roaming, self-casting disintegrate spell
breaks loose from a wizard’s laboratory.
A legendary paladin leads a crusade to hell.
An inter-dimensional caravan must float on the River
Styx through the dangers of several lower planes.
Spirits begin to manifest from machines as complicated
as simple steam-powered wheels — is it a warning
from the gods of the forge to desist?
Angry druids raise the beasts, animals, and dire
animals of the wild, intent on beginning a new world
order in which nature comes first.
As the world ages, frequent earthquakes threaten to
plunge the major nations under the sea.
Blue-skinned merchants begin to sell enormously popular
items composed of dreamstuff — “mined from the
very dreams of a deity,” claim the merchants.
Deeper than the Underdark, the world is discovered
to be hollow. Hanging in that vast opening is an
unknown, uncharted inner world of strangeness.
Dwarf miners follow a vein of adamantine to a hinged
valve sealed with divine magic of an age older than any
of the current deities.
A group of seemingly amateur rogues steal the magical scepter of the
Evil opportunists slay the Guardian of the Flame of
Destiny, hoping to remold the Law of Reality to their
Ghosts of every sort begin to rise again, and they won’t
recognize their own undead state.
Mind flayers successfully gain control of a surface
nation, plunging the region into permanent darkness.
Jade pyramids of prodigious size rise from the earth.
Sounds unlike any heard before echo faintly from
within their stony cores.
Construct-like creatures of insane complexity called
“machines” move across the land, preparing the way
for a larger invasion of automated entities.
Magic begins to fail, supposedly because it is being
“used up” faster than it naturally regenerates.
Mercenary half-dragons who ride chromatic dragons as
steeds sell their swords (and spells) to an evil empire.
Newborns begin to be born without souls.
Off-plane raiders begin to steal people away for use as
slaves and food.
Once every ten years a small cave provides access into
a magical, underground world where all living beings
give off colorful light, ruled by mysterious fey lords
with mysterious agendas.
One of the player characters learns about his or her
real mother or father — in fact, that parent was a
demon, and that demon has come calling.
Planetars and solars bring heaven’s war to the Material
Plane, slaying any and all they deem evil or immoral.
Chromatic dragons decide that their “species” is the
only true draconic race, and they begin a campaign of
genocide against all other dragon types.
Several well-known cities and all their inhabitants
suddenly disappear without a trace. More could follow…
Someone is breaking the Seven Seals that maintain the
integrity of the multiverse…
The ancient Great Library has secret vaults where the
Words Once Spoken are supposedly inscribed in the
Book of Sleep. To speak them again would remake the
The Clock that Rules the Universe is under attack by
insane gnome alchemists, who are raiding it for parts.
The End Times threaten to begin.
The gods of Law put all humanoid races on trial for
The Lord High Priest of Pelor denounces her deity and
The most feared and reviled weapon of legend, an artifact
sword that drains life energy with a touch, is lost
by its owner.
The Mother of Spiders emerges from her Cocoon of a Million Years
to find a mate for her next spawning.
A vast necropolis undergoes a mystical transformation.
Now, each coffin, sarcophagus, and mausoleum leads
to separate cemetery dimensions and realms of death.
The PCs’ stronghold mysteriously gains new extra-dimensional
halls and rooms of unknown origin,
content, and extent.
The populace decides that they want one of the PCs as
their new ruler, which doesn’t please the current ruler.
The secret texts of a prominent religion, recently
discovered, call into question the church’s real goal, its
actual origin, and the agenda of its god.
The souls of a good queen and her family are drawn
into the Abyss by an unknown demonic agency.
The spirits of the dead begin to possess the bodies of
the living at an ever-accelerating rate.
The sun is infested with moon-sized parasites, and
may soon fail like so many other stars have fallen to
this celestial infestation.
The winter, which was overly cold, lasts too long — the goddess of winter, Auril, is suspected to be the cause…
The woods begin to grow without bound, invading
field, plain, and city.
The yuan-ti attempt to awaken the Slumbering Serpent,
a little-known abomination born of their own race and
a god of serpents.
Twenty percent of all astral travelers begin to disappear
in mid-trip. Mid-travel diversion spells are suspected.
Two parallel planes move too close to each other, and
denizens and objects of one constantly slip onto the
other, and vice versa.
Unless stopped, an ancient demi-lich will inject itself
onto the Negative Energy Plane, where it can possess
any undead anywhere in the multiverse.
When a friend or a respected associate is resurrected,
the soul returned to the body has different memories
from the original. Whence does this soul come?
Your right to own a gun should NEVER outweigh other people’s right to feel safe in clubs, at concerts, or even in their own schools. if you think the second amendment is more important than the safety of the people of your country, I have nothing to say to you. gun control need to be stricter. we are all becoming so jaded and tired of watching horrible people try up each other’s murder sprees. please be safe everybody.
So the FBI just released 1,500 pages of documents on Sandy Hook. They mostly consist of documents on Adam Lanza’s life prior to Sandy Hook. I’m not sure what’s already known about the case I’m just gonna put it all here.
The information consists of school information and medical records. There are also accounts of the websites he frequented. He had been taking some online language and college courses and also sold National Rifle Association safety qualifications after visiting shooting ranges with his mother, who had been described as a “gun nut.” Some blame her for her son’s mental health and for having weapons in the house at the time.
Above: An image believed to be Lanza as child
In addition to these, there are also records of his relationship with his mother as he only communicated with his mother via email as he does not leave his room for three months prior to the shooting, some neighbours even said they had not seen him in years. In these three months, he did very little, mostly listening to Japanese techno music and playing video games. (Grand Theft Auto, Call of Duty, Doom, Left 4 Dead, Pikmin, Paper Mario, Shin Megami Tensei, Lego Star Wars, Kingdom Hearts.) The police discovered a number of gaming devices and computers upon searching the Lanza household which had been “significantly damaged by force trauma” and “scratched with an implement.”
Above: Lanza’s home
In his medical records, it stated that he was a vegan who did not like the texture of food, he was only 111lbs (50kg) when he died. In addition to this Lanza adopted “strange behaviours” such as preferring to sleep on the floor instead of the bed. He also liked to go on walks but avoided bright and natural light. It is also worth noting that Lanza was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome (which is on the autism scale) though he had a hard time accepting this and refused to take his perscribed medicine.
In regards to his mother, it detailed that his mother once worked at a school, which Lanza also attended and he felt as though “his mother loved the students more than she loved him.” A witness told an agent that Lanza had been bullied at school though “not excessively” due to his “social awkwardness” and appearance. Also, when Lanza was in ninth grade he hacked through two levels of security to an undisclosed government computer. It was also reported that Lanza threatened to kill his mother sometime around December 2008.
Above: Lanza in 9th Grade
An online friend he met on a website dedicated to Columbine said he was the “weirdest person online.” Lanza also used screen names based on Tim Kretschmer and Kimveer Gill. It was said in an interview that Lanza “was singularly focused and obsessed with mass murderers and devoted almost all his internet activity to researching and discussing mass murderers and spree killing.”
He also had an online relationship with a woman, whose identity was protected for privacy reasons whom he met through a website where players adopt the roles of the Columbine shooters. She noted that it was clear that he was depressed and viewed the world negatively. He expressed occasional suicidal thoughts but she did not think he was capable of killing himself nevermind others.
Despite this, the FBI concluded that Lanza had done “careful, methodical planning and preparation.” and could have possibly been planning the attack since March 2011. She also told authorities that he had gone into details about his sexuality, he also hinted at the fact he might’ve been asexual. She mentioned that he composed “at least one lengthy email” on his views about paedophilia. In which he expressed his hatred of it but also said it could be “possibly beneficial to both parties.” FBI agents found a file on Lanza’s computer ‘advocating paedophiles’ rights and the liberation of children’ as well as a screenplay about a relationship between a 10-year-old boy and a 30-year-old man.
Another online friend was quoted to have said that Lanza felt “pity” for children as they believed that authoritarian people were “improperly controlling” them. She added that Lanza possibly felt as though he was “saving” or “protecting” the children from “taking them away from harmful influences.” He also viewed death as “an escape from the pressures of life.”
Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.
“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”
Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”
“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous.
Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”
“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.
“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”
“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them.
“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.
“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.
“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.
Sam, wisely, takes a step back.
“You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.
“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”
She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”
“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.
Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”
No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.
Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.
“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”
Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”
“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.
“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.
Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.
“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.
Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”
Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.
Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.
“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.
Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”
“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”
Hey sorry do you know any ‘being a couple for a case’ fic ? Thank you'
I CERTAINLY DO. It’s one of my favourite tropes of ALL TIME. Like, I reread these fics ALL THE TIME. I am just SO SAD that there’s no long-fic really strictly from Sherlock’s POV. Like I would LOVE for a fic where we see Sherlock’s thought processes about trying to get John to be his date / partner / whatever.
Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3(M | 55,126 w.) - Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for. [[**FAVE. You have to check this one out!**]]
I can’t pretend by Salambo06(E | 7,692 w.) - They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband. [[AHHH so much pining John, I love it. Sherlock is so good to him!!]]
A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry(E | 16,825 w.) John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica [[FAVE!!! MUST READ!!]]
Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor(E | 15,139 w.) - John is invited to his aunt’s Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John’s family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock. [[this one is cute]]
Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier(M | 15,390 w.) - When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counselling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike. Part 12 of 25 Days of Johnlock [[OH GOD this one is lovely. Lots of pain but happy ending]]
What I Hide By My Language, My Body Utters by PixChuu22(M | 9,047 w.) - Based on a prompt from Tumblr user thetwogaydetectives - “fake relationship that ends up being so real, they finally realize they are in love.” (I like this one. They end up together because of a case).
A Case of Identity by jkay1980(T | 91,009 w.)John and Sherlock have succeeded in rebuilding their friendship after Sherlock’s fake suicide, but an unusual case puts their relationship to the test. They pretend to be engaged and attend a marriage counseling workshop. Under the pretext of the case, Sherlock turns out to be a master of seduction, and John finally learns he might like Sherlock more than he thought. Slowly, John discovers that he loves Sherlock not only in a friendly, brotherly way, but both men have to fight their own demons before they can think of taking their relationship to a new level… [[I love this fic. It’s a really great long-fic!]]
A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie(NR | 3,364 w.) - A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance. [[This one is so domestic and cute GUH I love it.]]
The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst(T | 47,798 w.) - Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock’s faked death and return. [[OMG this is like my FAVOURITE fic in this genre ever. It’s SO good and well characterized]].
Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy(E | 30,568 w.) “You love your mother, Sherlock?”John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”
Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs(T | 21,178 w.) - To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues. [[nice amount of fluff and pining!]]
Disguises are always a self-portrait by yellowteapots(NR | 6,223 w.)- They were headed to a Pride Fest for a case-triple suicide/murder- which, of course mean they had to pretend to be couple. John had a suspicion Mycroft took a fairly sadistic glee in booking them a (single king-sized bed) room at the most romantic B&B in town. (I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH)
A Silver Sixpenceby doodle(E | 16,400 w. LIVEJOURNAL) - John and Sherlock have to get married for a case, and learn some things about each other. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this story, though its only fault is that it’s on LiveJournal… (PITA to read on mobile)
Here are a couple where either John or Sherlock have amnesia and they think that they are each other’s husband or partner.
What Meets the Eye by worldaccordingtofangirls(M | 8,251 w.)Amnesia is just another case to solve. Piece together unfamiliar faces, reconstruct the old identity, the lost reality. A challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. He can read people like books. The man with the silver hair is his boss. The tottering old woman, his landlady. The girl with the worried look in her eyes…infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.
“FOR A CASE” TROPE
So these aren’t necessarily relationships, or weren’t tagged as such, but contains some other “for a case” fics!
Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction(E | 151,907w.) - 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? [[THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS OF ALL TIME. tw for gore-ish type things near the end.]]
Here are a few that aren’t REALLY “for a case” but they end up together or the Johnlock is strong in it because of cases or because of situations.
Rescue by missilemuse(T | 2,574 w.) - If this was the way Sherlock Holmes loved, it was no wonder why he had avoided the damned emotion for over half of his life. Part 6 of Reichenbach To Return [[this isn’t really Johnlock, but it is… it’s non-ad10ck ad10ck. You have to read it to understand. It’s SO good and painful, trust me. Sherlock!Whump and pining]].
A Need To Know Basis by mattsloved1(K+| 964 w., FFNet) - As the cab door shut firmly, the DI had yelled out they were to make an appearance at Scotland Yard the next day. It was while John watched London pass by that it happened. (short and sweet!! I love it!!)
Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon(T | 14,750 w.) - It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway. (It’s a couple’s costume thing!)
Equine Arse Anonymityby Kayjaykayme(E | 3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
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You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile(T | 23,584 w.) Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse (I LOVE THIS ONE)
The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba(M | 24,579 w.) Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock’s consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock’s mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It’s a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within. Or In which John learns that Sherlock owing Mycroft a favor is very suspect, and Sherlock has a very bad idea.
AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.
Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.
Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.
GOT7 / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage
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TRIGGER WARNING! Some strong language and some violence
You two were supposed to sleep in the same bedroom but you kicked Mark out. Well, technically, he didn’t even suggest sleeping together, he just grabbed his stuff and slept in the guest bedroom next-door.
This worked well for about a month. But then, in the middle of the night, you heard your bedroom door open. Certain that someone was about to kidnap you, you opened your nightstand drawer to find the gun that your husband was forced to give you as a wedding gift.
“If it takes you this long to find the gun,” a familiar voice said. “Then you’ll be dead before you even open the drawer.”
“Mark?” you said, squinting at the dark silhouette that was making its way towards your bed. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve decided it’s not fair I have to sleep on the cheap guest room bed,” he said. “So I’m crashing here.”
“What—you can’t,” you started to panic. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“Um, wherever you want?” he said, putting his pillow and duvet onto your bed and climbing into it. You scooted to the very edge of the bed, further away from him. “Relax, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “You should have talked to me about this.”
“Why? Because you’re my wife and we’re supposed to make decisions together?”
“Yes, actually, that’s exactly why.”
“Well then, wife,” he said with a smirk. “If you’re so keen to pretend we’re happily married, you might as well sleep with me.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, shocked.
“I meant in the same bed,” Mark groaned. “Jesus.”
You huffed. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Then leave because I’m not going anywhere.”
You couldn’t believe how rude he was being by just barging in like that, although the sensible part of your brain knew that sleeping with him in the same bed would be inevitable sooner or later. So, you chose to stay and sleep miles away from him, on the different side of the bed.
In the morning, however, his arms were around you and you were cuddled into his chest as if the two of you were really just married and overwhelmed by your love. Once you opened your eyes and realized how close you two were, you jumped back in disgust, waking him up and making him laugh for almost five minutes straight.
“You’re such a child,” Mark finally said through laughter.
“How am I a child?” you asked grumpily.
“Freaking out at the slightest touch,” he said, getting up from the bed, too. “You can’t even make eye contact with me for longer than five seconds.”
Suddenly overcome with anger that he had legitimate proof for calling you a child, you strutted up to him confidently and before you could talk yourself out of it, you stood on your tippy-toes and kissed him on the lips without a warning.
You pulled away a second later before he could even understand what happened. “How’s that for a child?”
Mark regained his balance.
“Wasn’t so bad,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “But let me show you how it’s really done.”
With that, he leaned down to connect your lips again, only this time, the kiss was deeper and much more intimate. And it finally made you realize that maybe the only reason why you tried to avoid Mark wherever you went wasn’t because you hated him. Maybe it was because you were afraid to develop feelings for him.
And after he pulled away from the kiss with the biggest smirk on his face, you realized it was too late. The feelings were already there.
“Cat’s got your tongue?” Mark winked at you after you haven’t said anything for almost a minute.
“Whatever,” you replied and turned around dramatically to leave the room.
You were afraid of him. You’ve seen him with a gun and you knew he could control it. The two of you were only married for a month and you were afraid that if you made him angry, he’d use his talent with guns on you.
You begged your parents to choose a different partner for you but they seemed to think that no one would take care of their daughter better than the heir of the biggest Mafia family in the city. You had no say in this and were basically kicked out of your parent’s house right into the house of your new husband who was rarely ever home anyway.
One of the nights when you were all alone in your huge mansion, you thought you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Knowing very well that it was impossible for anyone to be walking around here this late, you ignored it, thinking it was just your over-active imagination playing a trick on you.
You went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and once you finished your night routine and were about to head to the bedroom, you heard steps again. Only this time, they were coming from the hallway outside of the bathroom. Carefully, you opened the door, wanting to take a look what was making the noise, but you didn’t manage to have enough time to do that.
You felt something cold against your head and a strong body pushed you flat against the wall.
“Where is Jaebum?” a dangerously low voice asked.
Your heart almost started to beat out of your chest. There was an intruder in your house. And he was holding a gun to your head. And Jaebum wasn’t there. You were sure you’d die.
“I d-don’t know,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Well, you better start thinking, bitch, or—”
“Or what?” a different voice called out from the end of the hallway. You quickly recognized your husband. “Back up from her if you want to live.
“Ah, there you are,” the intruder removed his gun from your temple and instead pointed it at Jaebum.
Jaebum, using the fact that the intruder made the critical mistake of removing his gun from his hostage, fired a shot from his own gun immediately.
The sight of a dead body falling right in front of you forced you to gasp loudly and grab onto the wall next to you so you wouldn’t fall down on the floor right next to him.
“Y/n,” Jaebum jogged towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist without a warning as he looked deep into your eyes. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“N-no. I’m okay,” you said. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I was on my way home when I saw someone break into the house. I didn’t realize they’d attack you to get to me, I thought they were just… I don’t know,” Jaebum said, pulling away from you. “Honestly, I should have realized you were in danger and hurried, instead of just staying behind until the last moment.”
Your heart started to beat faster again. “It’s okay. You’re here now.”
“I’m here,” he nodded. “I promise this is the last time I leave you completely alone. I’m so sorry.”
You didn’t reply but instead focused on calming yourself so your hands would stop shaking. Jaebum noticed that and took your hands into his own.
“You’re safe now,” he whispered. “I’m here with you. You’re safe with me.”
And you knew he was right. And somehow you realized that there was no other place where you’d feel safer.
Jackson was going out of his way, attempting to get you to, at least, like him. Because you seemed to be fuming with rage whenever you saw him and he knew you had impeccable gun training, and even though he wasn’t so bad with guns himself, he still didn’t want to get into a fight with you.
“Look, I’m sorry you had to marry me,” he told you one day when he found you in the middle of your boxing practice. “And believe me, it takes a lot of guts to just come up to you and talk when you’re hitting that punching bag like that. I’m just hoping you don’t imagine it’s my face you’re kicking instead of the—”
“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you cut him off. “It’s just a punching bag.”
“Okay,” he raised his hands in defense. “Hey, when you’re done, why don’t we go do something!”
“Like what?” you asked. “Shoot some bad guys? Deal some drugs?”
Jackson sighed. “Look, I know you wanted to get out of the family business. And I know you feel like it’s my fault you had to marry me and now you’re stuck here, but… if you get to know me, I’m really not that bad. And I bet if you opened up, this life wouldn’t suck that much, either.”
You stopped punching the punching bag and turned to look at him.
“Jackson, I’ve killed more people by the age of ten than psychotic serial killers kill on murder sprees,” you told him with a straight face. “I know all about this life. Don’t act as if I’m new to this.”
“Alright. I was just trying to help,” he muttered quietly. “You didn’t answer my question, though.”
“I didn’t hear a question.”
Jackson never realized how much of an attitude you had and he had to be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it a little.
“Let’s go out to have dinner,” he said, resisting the urge to smirk. “You and me.”
“If I say yes, will you leave and let me train in peace?”
You sighed. “Fine, then. Seven o’clock. Don’t wear a suit or I’ll literally shoot you.”
Jackson laughed. “Noted. Dinner at seven.”
After he left, you realized you were kind of looking forward to the dinner with him. He did seem like a nice guy and he wasn’t thrown off by your coldness, which you appreciated since every other guy seemed to cower and run away when you looked at them wrong.
Maybe Jackson really wasn’t that bad. Not that you’d ever admit these thoughts out loud.
Jinyoung was just as awkward as you were about this arranged marriage thing. You weren’t strictly against it because it was the norm in your family, but you weren’t excited about it either. You were actually pretty nervous, so to find out that your husband-to-be was just as nervous, was exhilarating.
After the wedding, the two of you stayed cautious of each other, not forgetting your manners, but also not being particularly keen on getting to know each other better. Until one day, both of you were assigned to do a job together. It was just a meeting with a foreign businessman but this would have been your first official outing since the wedding, so both of you needed to act like you were actually married and maybe even in love.
The night before the meeting, Jinyoung knocked on the door of your room.
“Come in!” you called out from the bed, where you’ve been trying to find the perfect jewelry to go with the dress you’d be wearing tomorrow.
Jinyoung entered and smiled at you awkwardly. “I was just wondering what color dress you’ll be wearing so I could match my tie.”
“Oh. Actually, I wasn’t sure. I was thinking either blue or white,” you told him as you got up from the bed and got two clothes hangers with the dresses out of your closet. “I also have a black one but—”
“Wear the white one,” he said before you could finish. “It accentuates your eyes.”
You never realized Jinyoung ever looked at you long enough to actually know the color of your eyes.
You looked down and nodded, hoping that you didn’t start blushing as you could already feel the hotness spread to your cheeks.
“So,” Jinyoung said, walking towards your bed and taking a seat on the very edge. “Are you nervous before tomorrow?”
“Actually, yeah,” you admitted, removing your jewelry box from the bed next to him, so you could sit there. “I’ve never done anything like this on my own. Usually, my dad or my uncle went with me.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jinyoung nodded. “But you won’t be alone this time, either. I’ll be there, too. And I think we can do it.”
“Really?” you smiled softly.
“Of course,” he replied, smiling, too. “You could just charm them with your looks, to be honest, and no negotiation would be necessary.”
Because of a huge smile spreading on your face, you turned to look away.
Jinyoung watched you for a moment and then looked down. “Is that the necklace you’ll be wearing?”
He was pointing at the small silver chain with a heart charm that your dad had given you for your eighteenth birthday.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s my favorite one. Somehow I feel a little more confident when I wear it.”
“Can I put it on you to see what it looks like?”
You swallowed and, not finding your voice fast enough, just nodded.
Jinyoung took the necklace from you, his fingertips softly brushing against yours, creating a spark that almost caused you to flinch. You turned your back to him and Jinyoung slowly put the necklace around your neck. You breathed deeply at the feeling of cold metal against your skin but then almost suffocated when you felt his warm hands brush against your back when he finished clasping the necklace.
You turned around to look at him, too flustered to even smile.
Jinyoung watched your neck for a moment and then raised his glittering eyes to meet yours.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “With or without the necklace.”
There was no doubt that you were blushing now. It felt as though your entire body was on fire and he didn’t even do anything. You never knew anyone could have this much effect on you and you weren’t sure if you enjoyed feeling this flustered after a single touch.
Both of you were rarely home. Youngjae was out handling unfinished business, while you were making new business deals. Your marriage united two of the most powerful Mafia families, so it was fairly easy to influence unsuspecting young businessmen.
Your last meeting of the week was with a young, promising businessman who was a little smugger than you liked.
“What do you say we get a coffee sometime next week?” he asked at the end of your meeting, a huge smirk on his face.
“I’m actually booked for the whole week,” you tried to remain polite even though you found him nothing short of disgusting.
“What about the week after that, then?” he persisted. “Come on, you have to have at least one afternoon free.”
“I’m not sure if you know this,” you started. “But I’m actually married.”
And you flashed him your ring that was ten times more expensive than necessary and weighed your hand down. It was impressive though, you could see that even the young businessman thought so. Your ring probably cost as much as he made in a year.
“Well,” the sleazeball smiled, nevertheless. “He doesn’t have to know.”
You were about to shoot him then and there, not even caring that you were in a restaurant full of people.
“Who doesn’t have to know what?” someone asked suddenly. You turned around to see Youngjae making his way towards you.
The annoying businessman looked at the approaching man with his eyebrows raised.
“Hello, my darling,” Youngjae told you once he reached you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.
This was the first time either one of you has touched each other in a somewhat intimate way and you were dizzy from the sudden display of affection despite it all being for show.
“This is my husband,” you told the businessman who kept staring at you with a confused expression.
“Nice to meet you,” the businessman said, extending his hand but Youngjae wasn’t even going to be polite.
“Are you done here? Can we go?” he asked you, leaving the other young man hanging. He removed his hand awkwardly.
Trying not to smile, you nodded. “Yes. I think we’re done here. Thank you for making time for the meeting.”
“Yeah,” the businessman scoffed as you and Youngjae walked away, his hand on your waist. “No problem.”
Once you and Youngjae were out of the restaurant, you turned to look at him with a playful smile. “How come you’re here?”
“I have a sensor that starts to vibrate whenever there’s a douchebag harassing my wife,” he told you with a straight face.
You didn’t know why, but hearing him call you his wife caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach and that feeling was so new that you almost stopped walking in shock.
“You okay?” Youngjae asked, noticing your weird expression.
“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, trying to play it off. “Just tired. It was a long day.”
Youngjae smiled at you (cue another butterfly attack). “Let’s get you home, then.”
BamBam probably wanted to get married even less than you. He enjoyed that single life and was known for having different female companions every night. Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly your dream husband.
You have expected him to stay exactly the same way after the wedding, and you knew you wouldn’t have a right to tell him that it wasn’t okay to see other people because the two of you weren’t really in love, and most arranged marriages that you knew of, only worked because both partners had the freedom to see other people.
Which is why when you called your mother one night, telling her how bored you were, her response “why don’t you hang out with your husband?” caused you to laugh loudly.
“He’s either out there working,” you told her. “Or with girls.”
“Girls?” your mother repeated. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean exactly what you think I mean,” you said nonchalantly, not understand why she seemed so surprised by this.
“You mean he’s cheating on you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that, considering we’re married but we’re… not really married, you know?”
“Hold on, honey,” your mum said suddenly. “Let me call you back.”
And she hung up without explaining anything.
You waited for her to call you back for at least an hour before you realized she must have forgotten to do that. Wouldn’t have been the first time.
You sighed and were about to head to the kitchen to look for a quick snack when the door of your bedroom opened and a very angry looking BamBam entered.
“I just got off the phone with your mother,” he said and suddenly you went cold. “Why the hell does she think I’m cheating on you?”
“You-you’re not?” you asked, awkwardly, taken aback by the news that your mother actually called him.
“What the fuck, Y/n? Of course not!” he shouted. “Why the fuck would I cheat on you? I’m your husband!”
“But we’re not—we’re not really… I mean, you can do whatever you—”
“No, that’s not how marriage fucking works!” BamBam continued. He looked furious and you weren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him like this. “I take it seriously. And I would very much appreciate it if you weren’t walking around telling your relatives how shitty of a husband I am.”
“Wha—I don’t even refer to you as my husband when I’m talking to them,” you told him a little louder, too. “I don’t understand why you’re freaking out about this, I literally just gave you the green light to go out with whoever you want.”
“I don’t want to go out with anyone,” he answered, still just as angry as before. “You’re my wife. I’m supposed to go out with you.”
Your heart started to beat faster. “You said it as if being married was a job.”
“It is,” BamBam nodded and then sighed deeply. When he spoke again, his voice wasn’t as loud. “Okay, I’m sorry I yelled at you but I just… I’m really kind of hurt that you think this badly of me. I mean, I know we’re probably not as close as a husband and wife should be—”
“Probably,” you repeated sarcastically.
“Let me finish,” he said. “I’m trying to make this work. I know it sounds weird since I’m barely ever home – which is temporary, trust me, there’s just some work that I need to take care of – but I do want to get to know you. And if it seems to you like I regret getting married, then you’re wrong. I don’t. I’m happy I did. It was about time.”
“Maybe you’d be happier if you could actually choose your own partner instead of having your parents pick one for you,” you said.
“Sure,” BamBam shrugged his shoulders. “But in this case, I think my parents did a pretty good job choosing a partner for me.”
A smile appeared on your face before you could stop it and this caused BamBam to smile back at you.
“I’m free tonight,” he said. “If you don’t have any plans, I could take you out for dinner. How does that sound?”
“That sounds great,” you said honestly, already starting to feel somewhat excited.
“Okay,” he said and turned around to leave your room but then stopped. “Hey, and please call your mum, yeah? I don’t want her to think her son-in-law is an absolute piece of garbage.”
You laughed at this. “Will do. Sorry about all of that.”
“No worries,” he said. “I’ll be seeing to prove to you that I’m very faithful.”
You thought you were somewhat excited before. Well, now you were basically over the moon.
You knew Yugyeom since you were nine years old. Both of your families were really close, your older sister even married his older brother so it was only logical that you’d be marrying Yugyeom once you were eighteen. And you didn’t fight this, you knew he was kind, sincere, and hard-working, which was more than enough for you.
You weren’t very close to him, though. Which is why, although it was awkward at the wedding, the first few months after the wedding were even worse.
You wanted to get to know him but somehow it seemed as though he was avoiding you.
Finally, one night, three months after the wedding, you were done with it. You stormed into his bedroom, startling him, and stopped in front of him angrily.
But then you realized you haven’t really given much thought to the actual words you wanted to say to him, so you just stared at him for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he asked, awkwardly.
“What’s wrong with you?” you asked finally. And only because he looked really taken aback by your words, you realized that you probably phrased it wrong. “I mean, wh-why have we not once had a conversation after saying ‘I do’ at our wedding?”
“Oh,” Yugyeom said. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you wanted to talk to me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? We’re married and I don’t even know what your favorite color is.”
“It’s blue,” he answered. “But I’m not sure why that matters.”
“I’m just trying to get to know you,” you said, sighing once you realized that this was pointless. “But I guess it’s whatever. I’ll leave.”
“No, wait, I’m sorry,” Yugyeom said quickly. You stopped. “It’s just really weird for me.”
“It shouldn’t be,” you said.
“My parents met because of an arranged marriage,” he said. “They may appear like they’re in love in public but I don’t think I’ve ever seen them actually talk to each other at home.”
This was news for you. Slowly, you sat down on his bed next to him, wanting him to keep going.
“So, I don’t know how to do this marriage thing, either,” he said. “I’m sorry if I appeared cold.”
“No, that’s okay,” you said. “I didn’t know that about your family. Tell me more about them.”
And he did. You finally got him to open up by asking questions. He was a little cautious at first but then he seemed to relax and the two of you sat cozily on his bed for at least three hours, just talking and getting to know each other as if you were on your first date.
By the end of the night, when you were too sleepy to even form sentences anymore, you rested your head comfortably against the headboard of his bed and listened to him tell you about his childhood pets.
“Hey,” he said softly, a few seconds later. “Did you come into my room to fall asleep while I talked?”
You smiled, suddenly too tired to open your eyes that you haven’t even realized you closed in the first place.
“Yeah, sorry,” you said. “I should probably head back to my room.”
“You can stay here,” he suggested. “I can keep talking to help you fall asleep.”
“That would be nice,” you admitted and he proceeded to tell you about the day he had, obviously skipping the extremely violent parts so you wouldn’t suddenly jolt awake.
Right before you fell asleep, you realized that this evening, in Yugyeom’s room, was one of the coziest nights of your life, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you thought about having nights like that every night for the rest of your life.
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Peter Sutcliffe (the Yorkshire Ripper) once held a job as a gravedigger and would often scare people by screaming at them from within empty graves
Ted Bundy first encountered violent pornography at the age of thirteen when he found an S&M magazine in a dumpster
John Wayne Gacy met First Lady Rosalyn Carter during his murder spree and kept a photograph of him and Mrs Carter shaking hands in his office. The Secret Service was later heavily criticized for allowing a serial killer near the First Lady.