and i want to sleep more than anything but i don't want to wake husband

anonymous asked:

Do you have any just happy fluffy (I don't mind if smutty or nah) established relationship sterek just nice and derek is happy yay pls

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Anonymous said:Hey so I just had a really crappy prom experience so I could use some fics, can you give me some established fics with sterek? An update maybe? Thank you you guys really helped me get through this.

I’m sorry about your prom. But hopefully this fluffy list will help. And here’s the tag for more. 

Originally posted by girlmeetssterek

Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 2,100 I Teen)

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

boys will be boys by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,309 I General)

Schedule a parent-teacher conference with the Hales at your own risk.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,434 I Mature)

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

When the Sky Fills With Rain by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 5,205 I Explicit)

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker

(1/1 I 5,915 I Teen)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Puppy Separation Anxiety by KaliopeShipsIt

(2/2 I 9,188 I General)

Derek and Stiles’ three year old daughter is completely fine with Derek dropping her off at Pre-K, but has a separation anxiety induced meltdown every time Stiles does.

Naturally, Derek jumps to conclusions that couldn’t be farther from the truth if he’d tried.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 9,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles’s idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Excerpt:
“We were all wondering if we could go see a hockey game. Erica and I really love to watch hockey, and Boyd finds it fascinating, mainly because it makes Erica blood thirsty, and their sex life is really weird. And Danny likes it and so does Kira, and she’s single and ready to mingle after her last boyfriend turned out to be less than ideal. Isaac is pretty much interested in anything that will guarantee him getting laid. And Scott and Allison just want to use the cold rink as an excuse to cuddle. And Lydia will jump at any chance to do more match and basically show off her brain to everyone within hearing distance.”
“What about Jackson.”
“Fuck Jackson.” And yeah, Derek should have expected that.

you break the mountain down by runphoebe

(1/1 I 10,655 I Explicit)

Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.

Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by MereLoup

(4/4 I 82,981 I Explicit)

Derek spent too much time, walking amongst the ashes of his life and refusing to move on into the future; refusing to move past the anguish. But somewhere along the way he found purpose, rebuilt this house, found his mate, and he realized that this didn’t have to be the end, that he could continue the legacy of the Hale pack and carry on the traditions and rebuild his life. And now, in this house, with his pack, he was beginning the next generation of the Hale Pack with the most incredible mate he could have ever dreamed of.

three weeks early (2)

HERE YALL GO BUT BEFORE YOU READ;
i realize i was stupid to do the ‘300 notes thing’ and i apologize because i was being really extra about it idk what came over me. i get now that it isn’t cool to do that so as a sorry i’m posting this waaaay sooner than expected
enjoy!
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you were wheeled into your hospital room by shawn where you were supposed to be getting dressed into the hospital gown before the doctor came in.

“babe i’m going to tell you the same thing i told you nine months ago when this whole thing began.” shawn said, handing you the neatly folded hospital gown along with some fuzzy socks and a sports bra.

“what’s that?” you hummed, tying your hair into a quick messy bun.

“take your pants off.”

“oh my god shawn,” you laughed, swatting his chest before closing the door to the bathroom to change.

“it’s true though!” he yelled from the other side of the door. you laughed as you pulled on the large hospital gown over your sports bra. you opened the door, revealing shawn still standing on the other side.

“can you tie this?” you turned around, handing him the strings to tie the gown together.

“cute butt,” he commented as he finished tying the gown. you rolled your eyes, “yeah yeah, now help me get on this bed.”

-

it’s been five hours since you arrived at the hospital and no baby yet. you knew that the process wasn’t going to be quick, but it’s been 5 hours and as of an hour ago you were only 3 centimetres dilated. as for the baby, the doctors said it’s normal for them to come this early and there should be nothing wrong. they did an ultrasound just to make sure everything was okay, and as far as you and shawn knew, your little girl was in good condition.

the only sound in the room right now was your baby’s steady heartbeat coming from one of the many wires and wraps you were hooked up to. shawn was sitting on the chair next to the bed texting both your parents, and tweeting to update the fans on what’s going on. from what shawn told you, they understood that he wouldn’t be continuing the rest of tour for obvious reasons and you were glad. you knew they were going to be understanding, he was about to have a baby he won’t have any time to tour for a few years. in the earlier months of the pregnancy he told you and his team that once the baby was born he was probably going to take a break from everything. he said he probably won’t start touring again until she’s at least 3, but he’ll continue to write music and occasionally record some to keep the fans interested.

you drew in a deep breath as you felt another contraction hit. they weren’t that painful yet, but you could definitely feel them. you were a little worried because the baby hasn’t been moving as much as normal but when you expressed your concern to the nurse they said it was probably because she’s in a different position and i won’t feel her movements as much.

“another contraction?” shawn asked, immediately setting his phone down and grabbing your hand.

“yeah but it’s gone now, they aren’t that bad. i’m tired though, i just want to sleep.” you sighed, laying back onto the rather large hospital bed. “would they mind if i slept?”

“how can you sleep?” shawn chuckled, “aren’t you in pain?”

“yes but that’s what the drugs are for.”

shawn shook his head, “you’re not putting drugs into our baby.”

“oh really?” you asked. “you can decide that when you’re pushing a baby out of you. i’m getting the epidural shawn.” you have him the death stare, something you haven’t done in a long, long time. “i need it shawn, you don’t understand.”

“do you really need it?” he sighed. he was only being argumentative because he knew you wanted an all natural birth, and you clearly stated you never wanted an epidural because you absolutely hated needles. you did want an all natural birth at first, but after a few hours of labour you decided you wanted an epidural so you didn’t feel as much pain.

“i’m in pain shawn, anything to lessen it would be nice.” you said, closing your eyes as another contraction came along. this one was the most painful one so far, which had to mean you were getting closer to actually giving birth, right? you grasped the handle of the bed in need of something to hold for a few seconds before the contraction faded, which luckily it was a quick one.

“i’m hungry.” you announced. “let’s order some pizza or something.” you reached for your phone that was resting on the table next to your bed to order. shawn grabbed it from your hands, telling you he would order it even though it was 1am, and he would just pick it up from the store. “i can’t believe you’re literally about to have a baby and all you can think about it pizza.” he laughed, walking out of the room to quickly pick up your pizza from the pizza place that was luckily down the road.

while he was gone the doctor returned to come check your progress, and still nothing. you had only dilated one more centimetre in almost two hours. you were beginning to worry about the baby because isn’t it supposed to be quicker than this? you hadn’t read much on the actual time it may take from when your water breaks to when the baby is born, and you knew everyone was different, but you honestly thought it was going to be quicker than this.

shawn’s parents and aaliyah arrived shortly after the doctor left the room, you were glad they came. unfortunately your family lived in the states and couldn’t get her as quick as shawn’s family. you informed your parents what’s happening though, and they said they were booking a flight to come see you and the new baby.

“where’s shawn?” aaliyah asked, taking a seat in the chair shawn once occupied.

“i’m right here, don’t worry i didn’t abandon her!” shawn exclaimed, rushing into the room with two pizza boxes. he set them down on the table at the far end of the room before greeting his family.

“hey kid, you’re in my chair.” he said, ruffling aaliyah’s hair.

“excuse me but someone had to sit next to y/n so she didn’t feel alone and clearly you weren’t doing the job…”

you smiled as you watched their playful sibling banter, hoping one day your little girl would have a sibling she could do this with. you had four older brothers growing up so this wasn’t new to you, but you also grew up with lots of play fights and being the dummy when they wanted to wrestle.

“okay first of all, i went quickly to pick up pizza she wanted that’s why i was gone. and second, she’s my wife so i win and you have to move.” he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled in triumph as she moved over to another chair next to her father.

“she didn’t have to move shawn,” you giggled. “you could’ve sat on the other side or with me. this bed is bigger than the normal hospital bed.”

“ha!” aaliyah yelled, earning a shush from both her parents. shawn rolled his eyes at her, turning his attention towards you.

“any more progress?” he asked, grabbing your hand full of IV needles and lightly kissing it.

“no,” you sighed. “they said i can try and get some sleep because this isn’t happening soon, but the nurse said the doctor is going to come in soon to do another ultrasound just to make sure everything is okay.” you took a bite from the slice of pizza that was on the small table in front of you, shawn must’ve put it there when you were talking to aaliyah.

“another ultrasound?” he asked, “that doesn’t sound good.”

“i’m sure she’s going to be fine shawn,” you tried to reassure him. “i’m going to try and get some sleep okay?”

he nodded, not being able to fathom the thought of something going wrong or something being wrong with his little girl. you made sure to do everything in your power to make this pregnancy go as smooth as possible, and if something were to go wrong now, shawn wouldn’t know what to do.

the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep was shawn placing his large hand on your even larger stomach and muttering something to his dad which you could barely make out.

-

“y/n!” you felt a harsh nudge, waking you up almost immediately. in front of you stood your husband, karen, manny, and aaliyah standing to the side looking worried, and almost a whole team of doctors rushing around you.

“wha-is it time? what’s going on?” you asked, rubbing your eyes due to the bright lights.

“they came in to do an ultrasound and you were sleeping but i didn’t want to wake you and i said they could do it while you slept so they did,” shawn said, a nurse soon interrupting him to explain the rest of the story.

“y/n, the cord has somehow wrapped its way around your baby’s neck in a very rare way and as she moves further down, the cord is getting tighter and tighter. we have an emergency c-section scheduled for you very soon.”

the nurse rushed away, leaving you at a loss for words. the entire room was chaotic right now and you weren’t sure what to do. shawn returned to your side, now in blue scrubs so he could come in the room with you. without you having to say anything, he wrapped his arms around you the best he could, knowing you needed some comfort.

“shawn,” you cried into his chest. “i’m scared.”

“i am too, but she’s a mendes y/n. she’s gonna fight, i know it.” he whispered, comfortingly rubbing your back.

before you knew it, the doctor gave you the epidural and you were being wheeled into the operating room for the c-section. the entire process was a blur to you, you couldn’t feel pain but you could feel the pressure of whatever they were doing on the other side of the blue curtain. you were definitely crying, you didn’t know wether your baby was okay or not. shawn was given a seat right next to you and under no circumstances was he allowed to look beyond the curtain or he would be kicked out of the room.

“she’s gonna be okay,” he whispered, “we’re going to have a baby soon y/n.” you gave him a small smile as he wiped the tears off your face.

after a few more minutes, you could hear the doctors finally telling you she was almost out. you heard the doctors announce that she was out after a few seconds. shawn smiled, “y/n! we have a baby!”

you both were silent, expecting to hear a cry come from the little girl but after a few seconds too long without a cry, you knew something was wrong.

more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

waking up the wolf inside (3/?)

[part 1] [part 2]

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Stiles helps Derek get more wood for the fire and they watch the sunset from Derek’s porch. When it’s time to sleep Derek doesn’t even say anything before leading Stiles to his room and his bed.

The next day is pretty much the same. And the day after that too. They fuck, eat, take care of the pups and talk about their lives. While Derek works around the cabin or with the wolves, Stiles writes on his laptop.

At every passing moment, Stiles becomes more fascinated by Derek’s everything. The mother wolf was the first wolf Derek saved after he moved to Alaska and it’s obvious she trusts him with her life and her pups, she still growls at Stiles, though and Derek laughs when he squeaks and pulls back, assures she’s not going to hurt him, but Stiles still doesn’t come down for water in the middle of the night alone.

The snow is getting thicker and Stiles’ stomach drops when Derek guesses the snow will only begin to melt next month. This – them – has an expiration date and as much as this feels nice, amazing even, Stiles can’t be here forever. He will have to leave soon, and as he watches Derek talk softly with the pups he feels a pang in his heart.

It’s not love yet. It can’t be. It’s too soon and too much and they live about 3 thousand miles apart. This is something that would only work in a fairytale.

He sighs and Derek turns to him immediately, confused. “I’m hungry.” Stiles fakes a smile. Derek rolls his eyes.

“You’re eating all my food.”

“You have food for six months!”

“Just three months, now.” Derek answers, standing up. “Maybe two if you keep asking for seconds.”

Stiles smirks, pushing his chair back. “That’s your fault,” he says, “you’re the one that keeps wearing me down.”

Derek puts both his hands on Stiles’ shoulders, sits on his lap and presses his hips down. “And I will keep doing it.”

“Shit.” Stiles curses, hands gripping at Derek’s waist as he feels his cock getting hard. “Fuck me.” He groans.

“Maybe later.” Derek laughs, scrapping his teeth against Stiles’ neck. “After you fuck me against the table.”

“Oh God.” Stiles groans and decides not to think about the future for now.

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anonymous asked:

you know I actually have all your killer emperor fics saved on my phone; i don't have data and when i'm alone and sad, they always cheer me up. thank you so much for writing them :) i was wondering if i could prompt you to write maybe something like where rey finally starts seeing ren, just ren and not an emperor or a sith and she sees him as home

I don’t think I’ve actually felt so…touched before. I’m so happy something as small as my writing can put a smile on your face on a bad day. You can absolutely prompt me, 100%. You’re an angel, thank you so much for making my day. This one will be long, my present to you.

“It’s a fine day today, for all it’s worth.”

She’d been hearing sentences along those same lines for hours now, always directed towards her husband. He took them stoically, thanked the speaker, and continued to the next face to greet. It was a dual celebration today; his birthday, and the date of his ascension.

It would be improper to ask him why everyone needed to clarify that is was a good day even though it happened to be the current date. If she were to bring it up, he’d likely scowl and dismiss her back to her handmaidens, no longer privileged to stand beside him for the evening.

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WARNING: Abuse (only aftermaths though) 

Part 1-
You sat quietly in the bathroom with your back to the mirror taking in the damage that fresh cuts and bruises on your back. You felt aching in your shoulder as you twist to try and get a better view but you give up and just drop the pick your shirt off the sink, slowly pulling it on. You heard a knock at the front door making you jump. Panicked you look into the mirror to see the black eye and already regretting opening the door because when you do your greeted by a loud gasp. 

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love me (or leave me)

for @wolfieebogdanow​ because i asked for a prompt and i got one!! 

prompt:  Do you think robron would’ve slept in the same bed after the reveal??
i’m not sure i like this as much as i could but oh well!!!!  


They haven’t slept. It’s been hours now, and they’re still sitting on the floor of their living room.

They couldn’t sleep, really. There’s just too much to think about, too much going on in their heads. Sometimes Robert doesn’t know how he’s slept at all recently, knowing what he did. Knowing how much it would hurt Aaron. Knowing that he’d never forgive him. (Except he has forgiven him – or at least he’s trying to.)

He doesn’t know what they’re going to do now.

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Garrett Inquisition Banters - Dorian
  • Dorian: The Champion of Kirkwall, is it? A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
  • Garrett: I wouldn't have thought anyone who could have had a seat in the Magesterium would much care to know about the south
  • Dorian: You know of the Magesterium? Truly? Most in the South think ever mage in Tevinter is a Magister
  • Garrett: Don't take it as a compliment. My husband was a slave to one of your magisters
  • ---
  • Dorian: So you married a slave?
  • Garrett: /Former/ slave. He belongs to no one
  • Dorian: Ooh, touchy
  • ---
  • Dorian: Have I offended you?
  • Garrett: What makes you think I'm offended?
  • Dorian: Well in Varric's book he writes you as an understanding paragon of goodness, and yet whenever I'm within ten feet you start scowling
  • Garrett: I... didn't realise. I apologise
  • Dorian: Oh no need. In fact, it makes you one of the friendliest southerners I've met so far!
  • ---
  • Dorian: So-
  • Garrett: Not now
  • Dorian: I haven't even said anything
  • Garrett: I'm not up for talking at the moment. Please, just not now
  • Varric: Leave him alone, Sparkler. Everyone has their days
  • ---
  • Garrett: So you actually read Varric's books then?
  • Dorian: Not all of them. I tried reading that romance, Swords and Shields, per Cassandra's recommendation. I felt my IQ drop after the first sentence
  • Garrett: The Seeker recommended it? Varric will have a field day with that
  • Dorian: Well would you look at that? A smile! I feel blessed
  • Garrett: *sighs* And now you've ruined it
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... you're interested in men, are you?
  • Garrett: And married
  • Dorian: Well I noticed /that/. You and Fenris can barely keep your hands off of each other. I was just wondering...
  • Garrett: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Let's go back to you scowling at me whenever I walked into the room, that was much more comfortable
  • ---
  • (After Dorian's personal quest)
  • Garrett: The other day, when you brought up my preference for men, were you going to ask about my father when he found out?
  • Dorian: Ah, I've been had, have I?
  • Garrett: It would seem so. Do you still want to know?
  • Dorian: So long as it doesn't end with 'and then he decided to try a blood ritual to make me acceptable'
  • Garrett: Nothing like that. I was about seventeen when I realised, nineteen when I finally told him. It wasn't easy. I was terrified actually
  • Dorian: You were scared he wouldn't approve. I understand. What did he do, when you told him?
  • Garrett: He and my mother sat there and they listened. And when it was done, they just hugged me, told me they loved me, and that was it
  • Dorian: I see. You were lucky to have parents so ready to accept you as you were
  • Garrett: I was. And maybe you might be too, if your father's serious about making amends
  • Dorian: Maybe. I'd like to think he is
  • ---
  • Dorian: So your brother is a Grey Warden?
  • Garrett: He is. My fault, I'm afraid
  • Dorian: How so? I take it you didn't make him do it on a dare?
  • Garrett: I let him have his way. I let him go on that damned Deep Roads Expedition because he'd have thrown a fit over it otherwise
  • Dorian: He caught the Blight, I take it?
  • Garrett: Yes. And if not for Anders knowing where to find Grey Wardens, he would have died
  • Dorian: That hardly makes it your fault. Sounds more like rotten luck to me
  • Garrett: If I'd just made him stay at home-
  • Dorian: He'd have thrown a fit and done something equally stupid to spite you, I'm sure
  • Carver: I'm standing right here you know
  • Dorian: Oh I'm well aware
  • ---
  • Dorian: You know I always thought that Varric made that up
  • Garrett: *groans* Dare I even ask...
  • Dorian: You'd really never kissed anyone before Fenris? And he was your first time too? My, how romantic
  • Garrett: I am going to kill Varric...
  • Dorian: And here I thought we were past the 'you scowling at my mere presence' stage
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, you and Farier?
  • Dorian: Ah, you are curious? Well, I do love talking about me, so there's no harm in indulging you
  • Garrett: *chuckles* How on earth does he put up with you?
  • Farier: Well see, he does this thing with his tongue where he-
  • Dorian: Amatus!
  • Farier: *smugly* What? You use your tongue to talk, don't you?
  • Dorian: Oh, you little-!
  • Garrett: *laughs*
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... open to a friendly wager, Garrett?
  • Garrett: Hardly. The last time I wagered anything, it involved Isabela winning my clothes at cards and me running home with a bucket to cover my privates
  • Dorian: *laughs* Quite the image! Now that's a story I have to hear
  • Varric: I'll tell you all about it back at camp, Sparkler
  • Marian: You can see it first hand if you get him drunk enough
  • Dorian: And now I have my next endeavour all planned out
  • Garrett: Maker, no. Just no
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, out of curiosity, what did you want to wager on?
  • Dorian: Interested are we?
  • Garrett: Hardly, just curious as to what you were going to propose
  • Dorian: Well it's not fun if we don't wager. Varric put in for ten royals already on the odds of three-to-one
  • Garrett: In favour of what?
  • Dorian: I'm only telling those who are betting
  • ---
  • Garrett: Fine, just tell me what we're betting on
  • Dorian: Aha! Knew your curiosity would win out. We're betting on our dear Inquisitor's chances for success
  • Garrett: You're... betting on whether or not she'll die? That's rather morbid
  • Dorian: Not dying per say, though I suppose that will be the outcome if Corypheus isn't stopped. So, your wager?
  • Garrett: Not my trousers, that's for damn sure
  • Dorian: *laughs* Blast, and to think I could have owned the trousers of the Champion of Kirkwall!
  • Sera: I could pants him for you!
  • Garrett: Don't even think about it
  • Sera: *cackles* Too late!
  • Garrett: She's joking... Right?
  • Dorian: My dear Garrett, I'd watch myself from now on if I were you
  • ---
  • Dorian: So I sated your curiosity on our bet, now sate mine. Why /were/ you always scowling at me?
  • Garrett: I didn't even realise I was doing it before you pointed it out
  • Dorian: Nonsense, there must have been a reason. I /did/ hear you duelled Danarius and had a part in his death
  • Garrett: True. And I still have the scars to prove it
  • Dorian: So is it because I was nearly a magister? I take it that it's not because I'm from Tevinter, considering your choice in marital partner
  • Garrett: I... I don't know
  • Dorian: Ah, perhaps you feared I would harm Fenris in some way? I imagine he paints quite a picture of the Imperium
  • Garrett: Just... stop. I don't want to talk about this anymore
  • Dorian: Very well. Shall we talk about me instead? I do love that topic
  • ---
  • Dorian: Are they always that loud?
  • Garrett: Try sleeping next door to them. I think they do it on purpose
  • Dorian: Have you ever tried-?
  • Garrett: Yes, and it doesn't work. Trust me
  • Dorian: You must have gotten back at them somehow. I doubt Fenris would let it go
  • Garrett: *smugly* Well we did book them for the Bad Girl Special at the Blooming Rose once
  • Dorian: What-?
  • Marian: I still hate you for that
  • Garrett: I know. And it was worth it
  • ---
  • Dorian: You... really remember nothing?
  • Garrett: Not really. Only what I've been told since waking up
  • Dorian: Hm. When the Nightmare stole Lyris' memories, it only took her memories of the Conclave... Perhaps it was your extended contact with the demon that did it
  • Garrett: Do you think it will come back?
  • Dorian: I don't know. But if there is a chance, I am happy to help however I can
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Hmph, of course it took a memory wipe for you to say that to me
  • ---
  • Dorian: Lothering?
  • Garrett: Darkspawn
  • Dorian: Cheery. Kirkwall?
  • Garrett: Home
  • Dorian: Fenris?
  • Garrett: Husband
  • Dorian: Are you saying that because you know it, or because you feel it?
  • Garrett: ...both
  • Dorian: Hm... Ah. Dorian?
  • Garrett: *smugly* Scowling
  • Dorian: Aha, you /are/ starting to remember properly now, aren't you?
  • ---
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Well, I won't be one to refuse thanks but I usually like to know what I'm being thanked for
  • Garrett: For helping me remember. I was a bit of an arse to you in the beginning, wasn't I?
  • Dorian: Well you didn't spit when we met. It's more than I can say for the blacksmith
  • Garrett: *sighs* And there goes the moment...
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, Dorian...
  • Dorian: Ah, are we back to scowling now I am to be a true Magister? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've even been practicing my maniacal laugh
  • Garrett: I just wanted to offer my sympathies for your father's death. I know how hard it is to lose a parent
  • Dorian: *sympathetically* Or two, in your case. I appreciate the sentiment, though I'd rather not speak at length about it
  • Garrett: Of course. Have you at least had your grapes peeled for you since being back in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: *laughs* No, but it is at the top of my list when I take my seat in the Magesterium. Along with trying to drag the Imperium back out of the muck, though that's a slightly more long term goal I'm afraid
  • Garrett: I'd heard a few rumours about that. You really think you can do it?
  • Dorian: Maybe, maybe not. But if I don't try, who will?
  • Garrett: True enough. If you ever need anything...
  • Dorian: Oh perish the thought. I believe you've been through enough, my friend. Only fate would be unkind enough to saddle you with yet more trouble after all of this
Black Stone Atop a White Stone (Part I of III)


Never like today have I turned, 

And headed my whole journey  to the ways

 where I am alone

-César Vallejo, Black Stone Atop a White Stone-


*/*


Lyanna is no older than sixteen when she loses him. The love of her life.

Not Rhaegar, she lost him long ago. He wasted his life away on a prophecy and she was stupid enough to believe ancient predictions could fill empty promises. The babe in her arms fusses, and she wonders if he knows. If the little creature knows he was not the product of love but rather of bargains and promises.

It felt like love then, when I thought he would give me what I wanted and he thought I’d give him what he needed. She tries to soothe the babe, but she fails. They’re waiting in a chamber in the Eyrie, and she feels uncomfortable, but Ned insists it was safer to travel here by ship than risk running into Robert.

Soon enough, the babe starts crying. She rocks him as best as she can, the small thing feeling heavy in her delicate weak health. The bleeding stopped long ago in Dorne, but fever still comes back to haunt her every now and then. His face is turned to her chest, lips searching for the breast. He is hungry. She has not been able to feed him, milk coming out watery and with great difficulty. She had hardly spent any time with him. She was sick, and then she wasn’t but Ned told her to pretend the babe was not hers. This was the longest she has spent with him and it was only because Wylla was busy looking for a replacement wet nurse.

“Hush now, they will feed you on a minute.” She whispers to the babe, and somehow, he calms down. She holds him a little closer, and suddenly, the tears start falling. She is young but she is not stupid, she knows how this will not end in any scenario where she will be content.

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Fall Out Boy- Folié à deux sentence starters
  • "I'm coming apart at the seams"
  • "There's a hole where something was"
  • "Don't worry. You'll never remember your head is far too blurry"
  • "Hey doctor I'm certifiable"
  • "What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet"
  • "Boycott love."
  • "Detox just to retox"
  • "I don't care."
  • "As long as it's about me"
  • "Say my name and his in the same breath, dare you to say they taste the same"
  • "Pull a breath like another cigarette."
  • "Pawn shop heart tradin' up."
  • "The best of us can find happiness in misery"
  • "Hell or glory, I don't want anything in between"
  • "They always bring up how you've changed"
  • "We didn't come to compete"
  • "Never the same person when I go to sleep as when I wake up."
  • "You could have knocked me out with a feather"
  • "I know you've heard this all before."
  • "But we're just hells neighbors "
  • "I must confess I'm in love with my own sins"
  • "You can pretend you don't know you're a legend"
  • "Head like a steel trap"
  • "I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness"
  • "Does your husband know the way the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?"
  • "Does he know the way, of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night"
  • "I will never end up like him"
  • "Behind my back I already am"
  • "Tempest in a teacup"
  • "Peroxide princess, shine like shark teeth"
  • "Sometimes I wanna quit this all"
  • "Besides, the dollar is down"
  • "I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid someone else will hear me"
  • "My mouth got going "
  • "And I asked him it back would bring our luck back"
  • "You can only blame your problems on my world for so long before it all becomes the same old song"
  • "I can't explain a thing"
  • "I want everything"
  • "Oh baby, when they made me, they broke the mold."
  • "I will never believe in anything again"
  • "Kick drum beating in my chest again"
  • "I love the mayhem more than the low"
  • "Change will come"
  • "I got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match."
  • "You'll never catch us"
  • "Let me be"
  • "This flag says I still want you back"
  • "They say the captain goes down with the ship"
  • "If home is where the heart is, we're all just fucked"
  • "I want it so bad Id shoot the sunshine into my veins"
  • "I can't remember the good old days"
  • "It's kinda funny the way we're wearing anchors on our shirts"
  • "My mind is a safe"
  • "My body is an orphanage"
  • "Milligrams in my head burning tobacco in my wind."
  • "Chasing the directions you went"
  • "You're a bottled star"
  • "You shine in the sky"
  • "Are all the good times getting gone?"
  • "I've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes."
  • "Being anchored just feels like a curse"
  • "I'm not a crybaby"
  • "I'm the crybaby"
  • "Romancandle heart keeps us far apart"
  • "Hate me baby maybe"
  • "I'm a piece of art"
  • "My friends all lie and say they only want the best wishes for me"
  • "Oh baby you're a classic"
  • "But you'll be fading soon"
  • "I can make your heart slow"
  • "Wish hard enough I can turn it to what I like"
  • "I'm a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old ones head"
  • "While all the others were just stirring awake I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again"
  • "My heads in heaven"
  • "My soles are in hell"
  • "Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well"
  • "Hurry, hurry !"
  • "What makes you so special?"
  • "I'm gonna leave you"
  • "I'm gonna teach you how we're all alone"
  • "I'm alone, all alone"
  • "If we don't medication, won't sleep for days."
  • "I'm a sunshine machine"
  • "Have you ever wanted to dissapear?"
  • "Please take me back."
  • "I'm astray dog sick"
  • "Please let me in"
  • "Don't let the doctor in I wanna blow off steam"
  • "It feels like fourteen karats but no clarity when I look at the man who would be king"
  • "We won"
  • "Wishes bounce me weightless"
  • "Infrared scope on pointlessness"
  • "Oh hell yes"
  • "I'm a nervous wreck"
  • "I'm the last of my kind"
  • "Knock once for the father"
  • "The drugs just make me reset"
what happened? :(
  • You: Hello, Hamish [15]. You may not know who I am. My name is Sherlock Holmes. SH
  • Stranger: Er, hi. Who are you? HW
  • You: [Delay] I was a friend of your father's. SH
  • Stranger: He's not mentioned you. HW
  • You: We have not seen each other in a very long time. SH
  • Stranger: Yeah, but he would've mentioned you. HW
  • Maybe I should ask him about you first. HW
  • You: Probably. SH
  • You: He is going to be angry that I contacted you. SH
  • Stranger: Then why did you? Who are you? HW
  • If you were friends, he wouldn't be angry. HW
  • You: We were friends, but he wants nothing to do with me. SH
  • You: I wanted to know how the two of you are doing. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. HW
  • What did you do? Sorry, I'm just quite confused and not too sure who you are or why you care about me? If you want to know how he's doing, talk to him. HW
  • Stranger: ((brb))
  • You: I would if I had any hope that he would reply. SH
  • You: [Delay] I had to leave London for two years. He believed I was dead. SH
  • Stranger: You let your best friend think that you were dead for two years? No wonder you're not friends anymore. HW
  • And so, you think that the best way to get in contact with him would be through his son. Good one. HW
  • You: I know. SH
  • You: There is no excuse, but my hand was forced by a very bad man. SH
  • Stranger: Er, this is really kinda weird? So I'm going to stop replying, because I have no idea who you are? Er, yeah. HW
  • I'll tell my dad. Tell him you said hi, or something. HW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you for your time, Hal. SH
  • Stranger: ...Only my Dad calls me Hal. HW
  • You: I apologise. Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: Okay. Well... Bye. HW
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [three hours later]
  • You are going to delete his number, delete all of these back-and-forth texts between the two of you, and you're not going to talk to him. Same with me. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will not contact either of you again. SH
  • Stranger: Good. Goodbye. JW
  • You: I'm sorry. Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay[ Why now? JW
  • You: I knew you want nothing to do with me, and I did not want to contact Hamish until he was old enough to decide whether he wanted to speak to me or not. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: He won't want to speak to you. I'm making that decision for him. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Stop saying sorry. I don't... I don't care. Not anymore. JW
  • You: Right. Understandable. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: You aren't his father. Not any more. He doesn't even know who you are, isn't that deterrent enough? JW
  • You: I am aware, but I had nothing to lose. SH
  • Stranger: What did you want from this? For us to welcome you with open arms, for Hal to be glad of a second parent? JW
  • You: I wanted to know how you are. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: Have a good life. SH
  • Stranger: I will. JW
  • You: Thank you for your time. This has been the best day of my life for thirteen days. SH
  • You: I won't bother you again. SH
  • Stranger: Thirteen? What happened thirteen days ago? JW
  • You: ((ah, thirteen years. lol))
  • Stranger: ((oh! hahaha sorry :') ))
  • Stranger: Fine. Fine. I'll see you... Well. I won't. JW
  • You: Be happy. SH
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: [Three hours later] I love you. SH
  • You: I apologise for my last text. Delete it. SH
  • Stranger: You don't love me. You wouldn't have done all of /that/ if you did. JW
  • Stranger: But yeah, it's gone. Never happened. JW
  • You: [Delay] What would you have me do? He threatened you and Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: One word. One word, that is all I would've needed. One bloody word, Sherlock. Or some form of /anything/ to tell me that you weren't dead. JW
  • You: They were still watching you. SH
  • You: Besides, coming back was not always part of the plan. SH
  • Stranger: Would it have mattered if they were watching? You could slip one word. Mycroft could've said something, /Molly/ could've, if only you'd let them. Christ, Sherlock, you've no idea. JW
  • How was it not part of the plan? If a good case hadn't come up in London, would you not have bothered to talk to us again? Did we mean that bloody little to you?! JW
  • You: Difficult to talk to people when you're dead. SH
  • You: Would you have preferred to see me die and then find out that I was alive only to be told that I had died in a cellar in Serbia? SH
  • You: I would have considered that cruel. SH
  • Stranger: I would have preferred to find out you were alive but unable to come back to us for a while, and that what you were doing was dangerous and potentially life-threatening. Yes, that would've made things harder, but I would've known that you were trying to come home to us. Not that you were dead, full stop. No, /that's/ cruel. JW
  • You: [Delay] I knew not telling you would risk our relationship, but the other option would have risked your lives. SH
  • You: I made a choice and I stand by it. I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Well, that choice has cost you your relationship. Stand by it. JW
  • You: I have, for the past thirteen years. SH
  • You: I could never bring myself to regret it. You and Hamish are alive and well. SH
  • Stranger: Hamish is alive and missing a parent he doesn't remember, hating me for refusing to show him pictures of you. I am alive and /still/ heartbroken because my husband lied to me and made me think he was dead, and worse still, making me still love you when I know and you know that I can't. JW
  • Yeah, Sherlock. Alive and "well". JW
  • You: [Delay] You were supposed to be happy. SH
  • Stranger: Didn't factor "emotion" into your equation correctly, then. JW
  • You: Accounting for all the emotions in the situation would have paralyzed me, so no. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Paralyzed is better than dead. JW
  • You: I would beg to disagree. SH
  • You: Death certainly has its appeals, all things considered. SH
  • Stranger: /Don't you dare/. Don't you /bloody/ dare, Sherlock. JW
  • You: There is no need to worry, John. SH
  • You: I have challenged myself to live my life in a way that would make you proud for the past decade. SH
  • Stranger: And how's that? JW
  • You: Eating. Sleeping. No unnecessary risks. No unnecessary cruelty. SH
  • You: And of course, no indulging in self-destructive behaviour of any kind. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. No, yes, I'm very happy to hear that. How come you never did any of that when I would ask you to, hmm? God, you're an idiot. JW
  • Stranger: Not that I care. I don't. JW
  • You: I am not entirely sure why. To honour you, perhaps. SH
  • You: There were a couple of incidents during my first year back. I needed guidance, I suppose. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. Well, we all need time to adjust, I suppose. JW
  • Stranger: [delay] I have to cook dinner, so I'm going to go. Goodnight, Sherlock. JW
  • You: Thank you, John. SH
  • Stranger: Goodnight. JW
  • You: Goodnight. I hope you sleep well. SH
  • Stranger: /Goodnight/. JW
  • Stranger: [five days later]
  • Hal won't shut up about you. Desperate to know who you are, why you contacted him, angry at me for deleting your number from his phone. Am I doing the right thing? Am I right in choosing for him? All I'm trying to do is protect him from what happened, and he hates me for it. What am I meant to do, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] You are his father. I have no say in this. SH
  • Stranger: That's not an answer to my question. JW
  • You: I am afraid I cannot form an objective opinion on this matter. SH
  • Stranger: /Sherlock/. JW
  • You: What do you want me to say? SH
  • You: That I dream about meeting him and wake up in tears because it wasn't true? SH
  • You: [Delay] I apologise. Ignore that. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock, I... JW
  • You: I am sorry, John. That was inappropriate. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Jesus Christ. Er, I've got the afternoon off work, Hal should be home at fourish. Just... Come over, I suppose. JW
  • I take it you're aware of where we're living. JW
  • You: [Delay] I don't understand. SH
  • You: Why? SH
  • Stranger: Because he wants to know his father and he wants to know who you are, and because you want to meet him more than anything, so... JW
  • Killing two birds with one stone. Well. Three. JW
  • You: [No response]
  • Stranger: So... Will you come? JW
  • You: y SH
  • You: yes SH
  • You: Yes. SH
  • Stranger: Are you alright, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] soon SH
  • Stranger: We can reschedule for a later date, if you'd want time to collect yourself, or something. JW
  • You: no n SH
  • You: no need. panic attack. SH
  • You: [Delay] I'll be fine. Soon. SH
  • Stranger: Panic attack? Christ, are you alright? JW
  • Stupid question, of course you're not. It'll be fine, Sherlock, you can come and see Hal soon, alright? Calm down, I love you. Calm down, yeah? JW
  • Stranger: No, Christ, I didn't... Sorry. Just calm down. I'll see you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be fine. See you. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. See you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] Is four thirty acceptable? SH
  • Stranger: Absolutely, sounds fine. JW
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: It's alright. In hindsight, I suppose it was really selfish of me to hide him from you for so long. I can't imagine what it must have been like, and I'm... I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. JW
  • You: Don't apologise. SH
  • You: You did what you thought was best for Hamish. He is what matters. SH
  • Stranger: I... JW
  • [Delay] Yes. Yeah, he is. JW
  • You: I can only thank you for taking care of him so well. SH
  • Stranger: I did what I could. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be there soon. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. We'll see you later. JW
  • You: An hour later, Sherlock stood in front of the door to John's building, bag of pastries clutched in a white-knuckled hand. Despite his earlier shower, the attack from earlier had left him feeling cold and clammy. Suppressing a shudder, he bit his tongue as he reached out to ring the doorbell. He had to keep his focus this time. Polite, friendly, well-behaved. He swallowed convulsively, hand twitching against his thigh.
  • Stranger: John had been pacing up and down the hallway of his flat, worrying his lip between his teeth in anxious nerves. Why was he nervous? He had no reason to be. This wasn't about him and Sherlock, this was about Sherlock and Hamish, who seemed perfectly content as he sat on the sofa. And then the doorbell rang, and John tensed up. Hamish leaped up from his seat, his father having told him that the man - Sherlock? Sherlock something... He'd forgotten - was coming to visit them. "I'll get it!" The teen yelped, before dashing down the stairs to the door and swinging it open.
  • You: Sherlock's mouth opened as the door opened, but no sound came out. Hamish. Hamish. Hal /Hal/. He stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, studying the boy. He was so...he was so /tall/. Fifteen...how could he already be fifteen? Having to consciously remind himself to breathe, Sherlock blinked once, twice, before closing his mouth. He swallowed thickly. "Hello," he managed at last, voice rusty.
  • Stranger: Hamish narrowed his eyes at the man. He'd seen him before, he definitely had. Somewhere... Who was he? Having realised he'd been staring and hadn't replied, the teen cleared his throat and took a step back. "Sorry. I... er, come in. Dad's upstairs, Mr...?" Crap, how embarrassing how he'd forgotten the man's surname. He shook his head, flicking his curls from side to side. Curls. Like the man's. No, shut up, brain. "Sorry. Er, Sherlock. Upstairs." He turned and lead the way, pushing a hand through his dark /curls/.
  • You: "I...Sherlock is perfectly fine," he said softly, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself anchored. Hamish. Hal. Hal, who was already almost taller than John and with dark curls. Hal. God. Sherlock let out a shuddering breath as he held the bannister firmly as he climbed the stairs after Hamish. He could not fuck this up. Blood was rushing in his ears and he could feel his heartbeat everywhere, but he kept it in by pure force of will.
  • Stranger: "Dad!" Hamish called, reaching the top of the stairs after a climb in silence. He had so many questions about what'd happened, but he supposed he shouldn't ask. It appeared that it was a difficult subject for his Dad, and after all, his father was the only reason Sherlock had come, anyway. "Sherlock's here." John had been in the kitchen, still furiously pacing but also making tea, and his head whipped around as he heard Hamish entering the flat, another set of footsteps behind him. "H-Hello..." He said quietly, clearing his throat as Sherlock made himself apparent in the room. He hadn't changed - thirteen years had done him well. Not even the coat was any different, nor scarf, nor hair, nor perfectly icy blue eyes. "Hello. Hi. Sherlock, H-Hal. Hal, Sherlock."
  • You: Sherlock was impossibly torn between Hamish and John, eyes flickering back and forth. Desperate for something to do, he held out the paper bag with fresh pastries. "Hello," he rasped. "I...I brought these. For...for tea." His free hand was curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. God, he was pathetic.
  • Stranger: Hamish couldn't help but observe the man in front of him. It'd been a habit he'd always had, looking people up and down and deciphering what he could. Collar up, like he was hiding something. Clear discomfort, in his facial expression and in his body language, rigid in place and tense. Nerves? Uncertainty? Clean shaven, but clearly not shaved in a while, manual blade. Showered not long ago, judging by the fall of his hair and the dampness. Late forties, same age as his Dad, around about. But what got Hamish was the hand. The way he curled it into a fist, looking almost painful.
  • Hamish did that, when he was anxious.
  • John cleared his throat and took the bag, smiling gently. "Th-Thank you, Sherlock. Very kind of you. I'll.. Er, I'll set them out. Tea, coffee?"
  • You: Sherlock closed his eyes briefly. He had not had tea in years. "Tea, please." Unconsciously, he reached out to scratch at a pale scar on the inside of his wrist, swallowing. He looked to Hamish. Fifteen, but one year ahead in school at least. Had been up late last night, possibly on the computer. Small callouses on his fingers, indicating....indicating...
  • Sherlock drew in a breath. Hamish played the violin. He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into submission. "I...Can I ask you about your interests?" he asked awkwardly.
  • Stranger: John nodded to the two of them, knowing Hamish would have a tea as well, before smiling sheepishly and heading off to the kitchen. Hamish watched him go, before turning his head to Sherlock. "Ah, of course..." He walked back to the sofa, taking a seat and indicating for the man to do the same. He watched the man scratch at the scar, but made no comment. "Well... I... I play the violin, really. Ever since I was little, don't remember ever starting, just... always. School, I like chemistry? I like science in general, minus physics, which I find dull but necessary..."
  • "He doesn't like the solar system," John called from the kitchen, unable to bite back the comment which made him smile. Hamish rolled his eyes.
  • "It's irrelevant!"
  • You: Blinking desperately to get rid of the lump forming in his throat, Sherlock fought to reply in a level tone. "I...I can do nothing but agree," he managed. "I...I used to play the violin," he offered, looking down at his hands. The callouses on his fingers had disappeared long ago. "I...I am glad you play. Few people do, these days." He swallowed, lifting his gaze hestitantly. "I...I work as a freelance chemistry researcher. If you were to have any questions..." He snapped his mouth shut, realising he had probably overstepped his welcome. "Never mind."
  • Stranger: John paused as he heard through from the kitchen that he didn't play anymore. His hands shook slightly, terrified. Sherlock had stopped playing, and he could only imagine why - because he'd broken the man. He shakily prepared the tea and pastries, and headed back out to the living room.
  • Hamish grinned excitedly. "You do chemistry for a living? That's so cool. I think I want to be a doctor, like Dad. I'm not sure, though. You should play the violin, again. I wouldn't have known, normally people who play have these little callouses on their fingertips? But you don't have any. I checked." He blushed, looking down. "Sorry, I get... A bit carried away. It's embarrassing, I just... I like to read people. Sorry."
  • You: "You don't need to apologise," Sherlock said softly. "I...I understand. Perfectly." Digging his front teeth into his tongue to assure himself that this wasn't yet another dream, he continued. "Medicine is certainly a... an interesting field. Plenty of applied chemistry." He curled a hand around his thigh and clenched hard. It felt as if he were underwater - everything was so surreal. "I am sure you would do...very well."
  • Stranger: Hamish nodded, his smile faltering. Everything the man was saying pointed to what he'd believed the first second he'd opened the door - but it was too strange to even comprehend. He bit his lip, just staring at him. He'd heard his Dad come in, heard him mention the tea and the pastries, but his focus was fixed on Sherlock, because he was certain that he was his "Father...?" All too late, he realised what he'd said, and he clamped his mouth shut, looking down. Shit. Oh, Christ.
  • You: Sherlock flinched, hand flying back to scratch at his wrist. Hamish had...figured it out. Of course he had, with that ability to read people, and Sherlock had just given him more and more clues without asking John for permission and he hadn't meant to, swear to God he hadn't meant to, he was just making polite conversation, which was obviously an idiotic idea, how did he even come up with it, that he, Sherlock Holmes, was going to do small talk, Christ, John was going to be so angry, he was going to lose this one miniscule chance he had been given because of a spectacular cock-up and God, he was so pathetic.
  • Too-fast and too-shallow breaths were passing between his open lips as the room in front of him was beginning to fall out of focus. Christ, no.
Don’t Wake The Baby

Kurt/Blaine

Summary: Kurt and Blaine realize that having a baby is harder than it seems, mainly because they have to keep quiet. Keeping quiet never really worked out for them.

A/N: This is NOT smut. This is sickening fluff.

So yeah, my show just ended and I feel empty inside and need to fill that void with Klaine fics. Have some daddies!Klaine.

Oh and thank you, Glee. Thank you.

Words: 550

Blaine opened his eyes when he felt the bed dip with an added weight, his gaze landing on Kurt’s dark figure.

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anonymous asked:

lyssaaaa could you please give me some eremika fluff before i go to bed? it can be just a small thing i don't mind, thank youuuuuuuu <3

Because I need a break from cosplay you bet <3

Mikasa really hated waking Eren up in the middle of the night. He worked long hours at the hospital and he needed to sleep to get up and do it all over again. It was just difficult when she couldn’t sleep due to every single position she laid being uncomfortable and the little one doing flips in her stomach at early hours of the morning. 

This time she wasn’t tried at all, and the baby wasn’t even awake, but she still couldn’t sleep. She knew what it was and she knew there was only one way to help but God she did not want to wake up her husband for this. Mikasa tried to roll over and sleep again but it was no use. She had to do something or she’d be up all night. 

She reached a hand over to his shoulder. “Eren?”

He murmured something but didn’t actually wake up.

She tried again, shaking him a little bit harder this time. “Eren?”

His eyes snapped open as he jolted up in bed. “Wha-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mikasa said, a little bit of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She pushed herself up in bed, hand resting on her swollen stomach. 

“Can’t sleep?” he yawned, laying his head back down on his pillow.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

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Don't Go

Harry: “Don’t go, not yet,” his five year old daughter cried. She was in the middle of her fairy princess bed, covers drawn up to her chin. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears and Harry sighed. “What’s wrong, little love?” He murmured, sitting back down on the mattress. She sniffled, curling into his lap and pressing her head into his chest. “What about the monsters?” She cried, her fearful eyes latching on to you as you stepped into the room. “What? Monsters, in my house? Never!” Harry bellowed, standing and checking under the bed and in the closet. “Nothing can hurt you here, you’re safe, I promise,” he reassured her with a kiss to the brow. She nodded, giving you both a watery smile. “Don’t go, read me a story. Mommy, please.” She was hard to refuse and Harry grinned at you, leaning back on her pillow. You grabbed her favorite book off the shelf and slid in bed next to your husband an daughter, your entire universe in one room. She snuggled between you both, her head on Harry’s shoulder and her little fingers on your arm. You read until she fell asleep and you met Harry’s eyes. “She’s so precious,” he whispered, sliding out from her covers and tucking her in. “I love her more than anything,” he whispered., arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Wanna have another?”

Niall: “Let’s play a game,” he murmured early one morning, his long arms wrapping you into his chest. You were hardly awake, you didn’t want to play games just yet. “Ni, no, too early,” you groaned, pulling the covers up higher to your chin. “I think you’ll like this one though,” he said huskily, lips teasing your shoulder. You hummed, letting his mouth run over your skin. God, was there a better way to wake up? “What’s the game?” You were hoping it was more of this, more touching and kissing. “We stay in bed all day, and the first one who leaves, loses.” You laughed, rolling over onto your back and blinking up at the ceiling. “That’s impossible. You have rehearsal and I have class.” He shook his head, blue eyes bright with the morning sun. “I have no such thing. All I have is this game to play,” his accent with thick, still laced with sleep and you shivered, loving how he sounded. “Ni,” you laughed again, his hands running down your hips. “Don’t go,” he said, voice serious this time. His eyes looked sad around the edges and you smoothed the line away with your fingers. “Babe,” you said softly, the vulnerability in his eyes leaving you breathless. “I only get a few more mornings with you like this, so please, don’t go. Stay with me,” he pleaded, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to your forehead.

Zayn: God damn, you were furious. Your hands shook as you paced in the kitchen. You were trying to work off some of your restless energy but nothing was working. God, he was late again and he promised to come home early tonight. You barely ever asked him for anything and all you wanted was a night in with him, a little dinner and maybe a movie. Just some quality time together. When the front door opened and he stumbled in, you clenched your hands by your side. “Hey babe,” he said happily. Did he truly forget? Angry tears burned your eyes as you glared at him. When he finally he looked up he froze, smile falling and face paling. “Jesus, I’m so sorry. God, how could I have forgotten, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, moving to take your hands. You yanked them back, moving away from him. You knew if he touched you, the game would be over. “You promised,” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks. You needed air, needed to get out and clear your head. As you grabbed your jacket he yelled, “Don’t go! Please, I’m sorry!” The sadness in his voice stopped you and you turned, eyes meeting his. “I was working and I lost track of time and it’s no excuse. I’m sorry, I am, I thought of you all day and I couldn’t wait to get home to you, so please, don’t go.”

Liam: He watched you pack your bag, whistling between your teeth. Stupid girl night, why did you have to go? He wanted you to stay here and break in the new sheets he had picked up today. “It’s only for one night, Liam,” you laughed, tweaking his cheek as he frowned. He mock glared, lips pouting. Damn, he was adorable. “That’s too long, whose gunna keep me warm tonight, baby?” He asked, snaking you around the waist and bringing you to stand between his legs. “You’ve got nice new sheets to keep you warm,” you kissed his nose fondly. “I don’t want sheets, I want you,” he nuzzled his nose between your breasts, hands dropping to your ass and your heart accelerated, body breaking out in a wave of heat. “Liam,” you rasped, his mouth running down to your belly button. “Don’t go,” he groaned, hands tightening, “please, stay with me tonight.” Damn, it was a tempting offer but you’d been looking forward to girls night all week. For a moment you debated on canceling as his hands moved to undo your jeans but you stopped, knowing how disappointed your friends would be. “Tomorrow,” you promised, stepping back and taking a breath. He fell back onto the bed, arms splayed out by his sides. “Tomorrow then,” he said darkly, voice full of promise. You shivered, already knowing what was in store for you.

Louis:  “Give ya ten bucks if you don’t go,” you sing songed, blocking his rapidly growing suit case. He grinned, his blue eyes alight with humor. “Ten bucks, huh, that’s almost too good to resist.” He grabbed your forearms and lifted you, moving you to the side as he finished packing. “Okay, ten bucks and a free back rub,” you upped the offer and he laughed, hair falling in his eyes. “You drive a hard bargain, my love,” he zipped his bag and dropped it to the floor, surveying the room for anything he may have forgotten. “I see I haven’t convinced you. Ten bucks, a back massage and I’ll wear that sexy nurse costume I have.” His cheeks heated, turning scarlet in the light and you laughed in delight. “You’re a minx, but I have to go babe,” he leaned down and kissed you, mouth lingering over yours. “But damn, that nurse costume,” he groaned, mind spinning with ideas. You nibbled on his lip, earning a gasp from him. “Don’t go,” you said huskily, fingers sliding up his stomach. “Stay.” Damn, he wanted to stay but the tour started in three days and he had to go. “I have too,” he pulled away reluctantly, taking one last look at you flushed with swollen lips on his bed. “I love you, you know that right?” he asked softly, watching you smile. “I do, and I love you too. As much as I don’t want you to go, I know you have too. Just promise you’ll think about me.” He kissed you again, fingers twisted in your hair. “I’m always thinking about you.”

anonymous asked:

C/B prompt: Castle dies. It's her fault.

She thinks she understands her father and his coping mechanisms better now than she ever had in the past. The alcohol helps her forget, helps erase the last two weeks from her mind, scrubbing it all away for a few hours before she wakes again to screams from her own mouth.

The memories grow faded the more she drinks, but by morning, they’re always fresh and clear and utterly devastating.

She can’t do this anymore.

She doesn’t even bother with a glass as she sips the throat burning whiskey straight from the bottle, gulping down the liquor until she chokes.

It was foolish of her to think it was over. To think that just because the man who killed her mother had finally been convicted meant it would all disappear. No, the only way to stop William Bracken for good was to kill or be killed.

Deep down, she thinks she’s known that from the moment she learned the truth of what he had done, but she had wanted to believe justice would require no more bloodshed, that this war would finally be laid to rest. She had wanted to believe she was free, unburdened from the weight of panic that loomed so heavily while the man was still living without punishment for his crimes. She had wanted to believe that the future only held bright new beginnings for her and Castle.

They had talked about starting a family last month, about a little boy or girl with his eyes even though he had adamantly argued that the color of her ever changing irises was far more beautiful, too valuable not to pass along.

Kate buries her face in her hands, the tears streaming down her cheeks, over her forearms like waterfalls. They would never have a child together, they would never have a future together, and it cracks her open so violently, raining down on her like jagged shards of glass that pierce her skin, scrape along her already shredded heart.

Bracken was gone, the two bullets from her service piece embedded in his chest.

The man who ruined her life is dead.

But so is her husband.

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