When he first faced Mrs. Hudson again after his outburst at 221B, John was incredibly self-conscious. He wasn’t sure how to explain what had happened or how to properly apologise to her. Mrs. Hudson, however, carried on fussing over him and Sherlock as she usually did. She acted as though it was completely normal to see John staying in 221B instead of being with his pregnant wife. His pregnant wife who lied. He was grateful at least, that Mrs. Hudson was giving him the needed time and space.
One day when Sherlock left John behind to go to Scotland Yard about needing to borrow something from Gerard, John and Mrs. Hudson seized the moment to have tea over crap telly at her place. It was then that Mrs. Hudson brought it up, “So, how is Mary?”
John went still. After a brief silent moment of them two not really watching the telly, he started by shaking his head, “I don’t know…” and repeated his words again with a hint of desperation, “I don’t know.”
I don’t know if I can forgive her.
Even though parts of him had already softened and wanted to reach out to Mary, his cluttered mind remained chaotic even after two weeks of not seeing and not speaking to his wife. Mrs. Hudson nodded at his answer, and they continued their afternoon activity. That was until the channel aired a promotional clip of an upcoming show which was clearly of a romance genre.
“It isn’t easy finding love”, Mrs. Hudson quietly commented. John blinked. “There aren’t many men who’d want a formal cartel’s wife who happened to be an exotic dancer.” she continued softly, still looking at telly, “And I learnt to never bring up that part of my life again.”
Both of them were soon distracted by Sherlock’s return, but Mrs. Hudson’s words lodged firmly in John’s head. And they were still there when his mind was clearer weeks later, courtesy of Sherlock who uncharacteristically allowed him to have many quiet moments to mull things over. That was not counting his familiar unhelpful
“Oh please, getting angry over betrayals? That’s so one year ago”
snide remarks which John had already gotten used to.
It isn’t easy finding love.
The words gave him the motivation to go through with throwing away the AGRA flash drive. They gave him the slight push to finish his prepared words without the usual emotion barriers. Acted like a wonderful spell that they are, the heaviness in his heart was rightly dispersed as he lovingly embraced a tearful Mary.
There were innocent people, and bad people. Ivan didn’t believe much in gray areas. A crime was a crime, and that was what he’d been trained to fight ever since his parents died.
But then a blonde man or two shows up and keeps making him second guess everything.
Language: English Words: 13,784 Chapters: 4/? - Ongoing
If you dig a hero-villain AU featuring Ivan as hero, then this fic is a reccomended read! Started out with slow pace, but the pace is increasing progressively and nicely! Interesting setting and unique characters’ role placement, check. Great fighting scenes, check. Lots of romance hints, check. Totally a must read if you love batman AU and all of those things!
@miriellesandthegiantpeach asked me to expand on this line from the Babydoll ficlet, “even during a screaming argument (they had lots of them) there was always about ten yelled love confessions and five angry hugs. Both of them had to lost enough people they cared about to always make sure that they both knew they were loved.” So here’s some dramatic yelling and love confessions. Hope you enjoy!
“He quoted Fight Club within the first fifteen minutes. And after that… he kept making Big Bang Theory jokes.”
“Fuck,” Henry says, laughing, his hand over his mouth, the skin around his eyes crinkling.
And oh my God because Anna realizes this is the first time she’s heard and seen him (dim lighting or no) laugh, genuinely and at length (there was the quick burst at when was I supposed to ask you, you wouldn’t even look at me, but that was sarcastic, and then she remembers I really like you and oh…what the shit, her heart is pounding in a very real way and she can’t be sure but…she doesn’t think it’s beating fast because she’s stuck in an elevator, not this time), there’s something very vulnerable about it: his is a pleasant laugh, loud and crackling and warm as a roaring fireplace.
Stiles transition to High School has been rough… One day in the locker room Jackson got ahold of Stiles diary and read it aloud. It revealed Stiles crush for Derek, Stiles is embarrassed, but he doesn’t realize Derek has been wanting to try something with him since they met.
When a freak accident sends Marinette into critical condition, the only thing she can think about is Chat Noir. She wasn’t going to make it and someone had to tell him. Otherwise, he’d never know what had happened to her–why his lady had never returned. And, as it just so happens, Adrien is there with her near the end, so she decides that he can take the message to Chat just as well as anyone.
Marinette and Adrien are getting married! Unfortunately, Adrien is bothered by the fact that he didn’t invite Ladybug, while Marinette gets cold feet every time Chat Noir flits through her head. A story of mixed up love, rash mistakes, and two oblivious superheroes who should have figured things out a long time ago.
Adrien confides in Marinette that he’s in love, which, naturally, upsets her. It’s only when Chat asks what’s caused Ladybug such distress that she admits to being in love with Adrien Agreste. It’s information that shocks Chat, and sends all types of revelations careening into his brain.
When Chat Noir gets knocked in the head a little too hard, something goes wrong. His eyes have remained cat-like, even as Adrien. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Marinette Dupain-Cheng notices and tells him before he can get into worse trouble. Yet, he can’t go anywhere–not with his identity threatened–so Marinette smuggles him up to her bedroom to hide. A decision that, after Adrien gets a good look at her photo-plastered walls, she might come to regret.
When an akuma manages to take Ladybug prisoner, she’s closed away and unaware of what’s going on in the city. It’s only after she escapes that she learns all of Paris thinks she’s dead–murdered by the very akuma that captured her. That isn’t the worst, however. As it would turn out, Chat Noir was there. He saw the whole thing and is under the same impression as the rest of Paris. Desperate to rectify the misinformation, Ladybug searches frantically for her partner, but can’t find him anywhere. And, as if to make matters worse, Adrien’s seemingly disappeared as well.
Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary–like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It’s only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.
Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn’t.
Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.
Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.