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miss-ingno · 3 years

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Ghost of a Chance (2/?)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters Ship: gen, Ryou Bakura & Thief King Bakura Words: 2.4k Tags: time travel fix-it, kidfic, kid!Kura, post-canon, Ryou PoV

Summary: “My name is Ryou Bakura. You slaughtered my village. Prepare to die.” When Ryou finds himself five thousand years in the past, he takes a stab at fixing things before they go wrong.

A/N: early update because I’m impatient and chapter 5 is writers block-ing me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Read here on Ao3. Ch 1

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Ryou didn’t know how long he knelt at the platform, examining the Millenium Stone for faults. He didn’t quite remember the original, but this seemed eerily close. Too close - he knew for a fact that no photos of the artefacts remained, all data on them corrupted once the pharaoh moved on. Ishizu had taken care of other documentation, using her influence with the museums to hide the evidence.

No one should know what the Stone looked like, and yet.

When he finally raised his head from his inspection, the sun blinded him, just high enough in the sky to peek into the chamber. Blinking rapidly to get rid of the afterimages, Ryou lifted a hand to shield his eyes.

In the light of day, the empty chamber seemed… less ancient, somehow. Yeah, there was sand everywhere, and the building wasn’t exactly new either, but it seemed less… worn. Ryou glanced towards the wall he’d climbed down during the night, absently noting the lack of broken rubble when he knew he’d accidentally loosened quite a few of the bricks.

Slowly, he rose from his crouch, a frown tugging on the corner of his mouth. Something was very, very wrong.

Then he heard the voices.

Eyes widening, Ryou glanced around. He was wide in the open, though, a quartet of pillars nearby but unless he knew where the guards were coming from, he wouldn’t know where to hide. That thought gave him pause - how was he so certain the voices belonged to guards? - but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he rushed back to the wall he’d come from. Climbing up was harder than coming down, yet Ryou didn’t shy away from the task.

Because those voices… the ones that felt like palace guards to the long forgotten memories hidden deep in his mind… they were speaking Ancient Egyptian.

Heaving himself over the ledge, Ryou scooted far enough into the corridor to be hidden in its shadow, but close enough to be able to peek into the chamber below. He wasn’t disappointed either, two palace guards - and what about them made them so instantly recognizable as belonging to the palace, Ryou wasn’t entirely sure - stepped into the room, chatting with each other. One of them carried a torch while the other had a hand on his saber, eyes flitting to the Millenium Stone in the middle and then around the room.

Snippets of their conversation wafted up to Ryou, carried like whispers on the wind.

“...return home…”

“...bring glory…”

“...cannot wait…”

“Priest Akhenaden said-”

“...another week…”

"...serves them right…"

Heart beating fast, Ryou held still until the guards had completed their round of the chamber and left through another hallway below. Only ones the echo of their footsteps had vanished did he sit up, pressing his back against the wall. It took him a while to even his breathing out, staring down at the empty Stone, his thoughts whirling.

That name… he couldn’t quite place it, but it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Was he dreaming? Reliving a memory not his own? Maybe he'd fallen asleep in the chamber - or perhaps he'd slipped during his climb down after all and hit his head. Heck, he might as well never have gone out on his walk and this was all a weird scenario his mind cooked up. His therapist did say it was the brain's way of coping with whatever one had on their mind, and being back in Egypt certainly reminded him of many things, not all of them nice.

Then again, he had had first hand experience with how weird magic could get.

Deciding it was best to proceed with caution, Ryou nodded to himself and got up, brushing off the sand on his clothes. Then he paused. The many layers of wool might serve him well during the nights, but during the day he would boil under the unrelenting sun. Besides, the clothes were altogether too modern to blend in. He didn’t have anywhere to stash his belongings, though.

Nothing he could change. Shrugging, Ryou stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and with one last glance at the chamber, he started walking down the corridor.

At the top of the stairs, he shielded his eyes from the sun once more. At a little distance away to his left, he could see the small clay huts of a settlement, right where the ruins used to be. Or rather would be, one day. The underground chamber he'd found was hidden from view thanks to the desert sand, and Ryou couldn't shake the ominous feeling that thought brought forth.

He needed to leave. Now.

Giving into the urge, Ryou stepped out of the building's shadow, one step, two, leaning forward until he broke out into a run. He didn't stop to wipe the sweat from his brow, or take a deep breath of the dusty desert air, sand swirling up in a cloud where he disturbed it. No, Ryou didn't stop until he reached the little village, and then only long enough to catch his breath before slipping into the narrow alleys between buildings.

The heat flushed his pale skin, making it hard to concentrate. It was easier in the back alleys, where cool air was somewhat trapped. Still, Ryou dragged his outer sweater over his head, and then the next, until he had stripped down to his signature blue and white striped shirt. Then he stuffed the abundant clothes into the body of the biggest sweater before using the sleeves to tie them around his waist like a satchel. A stop-gap measure at best - he was likely to lose them if he wasn't careful, but it was better than sweating to death.

What he needed, Ryou considered as he stepped into the streets, was a cloak and a proper bag. Food and water, too.

The people watched him from the corner of their eyes as he walked past, suspicion rolling off them like a visible aura. No one would meet his eyes, pretending to ignore him, but Ryou could feel their watchful eyes on him. Some tugged their hoods further down to hide their faces, and Ryou mentally marked them as dangerous. Why else would they hide, unless there was something for him to recognize?

Thieves' Town. The name echoed through his head as he approached an elderly woman hanging up laundry on a line between two of the huts. All evidence pointed to the fact that this settlement was the fabled Kuru Eruna. The clothes, the people, the whispers of Ancient Egyptian just out of his earshot...

And there were no guards anywhere in sight, despite him running into a patrol earlier.

"Ano," Ryou spoke up, watching as the woman's shoulders consciously relaxed. She hunched in on herself, making her appear smaller, frail even. Ryou had no doubt she was just as dangerous as the group of men watching them from across the street. "Can I interest you in a trade, respected elder?"

He had to focus, bringing memories of a past life to the forefront he'd rather forget, but it was worth the discomfort - his words came out in the same tongue the locals were speaking. The woman eyed him shrewdly, but her guard lowered as she straightened. Ryou marvelled at that, wondering what about him seemed trustworthy. He didn't dare ask, though he was curious.

"What is it you need?" the woman asked briskly, her hands hidden in the pockets of her skirt. No doubt gripping the hilt of a dagger.

"A cloak," Ryou replied, keeping his tone even and his hands in sight. Unthreatening. "And a waterskin. A satchel with some dried food, if possible."

The woman raked her eyes over him with careful disdain before arching a brow. "And what do you have to offer for such a trade?"

"This." Ryou cautiously lowered his hands to his bundle of clothes, pausing to wait for the woman's nod before he went ahead and pulled out one of the thinner sweaters. It was made of cashmere wool, the machine weave finer than anything this woman would've seen before. That, and it was an eye-catching burgundy colour.

The woman reached out, rubbing the cloth between rough fingers, humming contemplatively.

"A cloak and an empty waterskin," she finally said, her eyes glued to the sweater. Then her gaze darted to the rest of his bundle, greed flitting across her face. "And a small satchel of dried dates."

"A cloak, a filled waterskin, and a big satchel with two handfuls of dried dates," Ryou countered, meeting her eyes with a soft smile, his grip on the bundle of clothes firm and possessive.

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Cloak, half-full waterskin, and satchel with one handful."

Ryou tilted his head, but he could see one of the men detaching from the group, slowly meandering in their direction. To check on the woman, or to see if Ryou had anything worth stealing, probably.

"A good cloak," he stipulated, and the woman nodded, her hand dropping from the cashmere.

"Wait here," she ordered and vanished into her home. Ryou glanced after her, then turned to stare at the approaching man, eyebrows raised in challenge. The man's fingers twitched, and he adjusted his path as if he'd just been walking down the street, paying the trade no heed. Checking out the goods, then. Ryou rolled up his remaining clothes tightly.

The old woman didn’t make him wait long, presenting him with an off-white cloak long enough to reach his ankles and a decently sized hood, a bit of thin rope looped through four holes in the front to tie it closed. Ryou exchanged it for his cashmere sweater, nodding. The woman grasped it close to her chest, glaring at the lurking men, before handing over a waterskin on a string and a satchel about the size of a small rucksack. Glancing inside, he could see the handful of dates rattling around.

With a nod of acknowledgement, Ryou stuffed his clothes into the satchel, slinging it over his back and tying the waterskin to his belt.

Thank the gods for a Duelist’s instinct to carry their cards everywhere, or he might not be wearing a belt in the first place. His hand brushed against his deck holster, and Ryou carefully refrained from hovering over it, as to not give away the ace up his sleeve.

“Anything else you wish to trade for, my friend?” the old woman asked with a grin that revealed several missing teeth.

Ryou considered asking for a dagger, but then shook his head. It would make him look weak. “No, thank you.”

And besides, he couldn’t trade all his clothes away. He would need them come night.

Pulling the hood up to hide his white hair, Ryou walked the streets of what he was convinced had to be Kuru Eruna. Now that he was less obviously a stranger, people paid him less attention. They were still watchful, keeping their careful distance from one another, avoiding bumping into one another and any such tricks a pickpocket might pull, too aware of how it all worked. And yet, it was surprisingly peaceful.

Ryou passed by several small stands, selling vegetables, fruits, leatherwork, and the like. Down the street he could see several camels tied to a fence, past several clusters of groups, gossipping and trading and generally living in a community. Here and there people sat on porches playing games, from senet to cup games of gambling. Children’s laughter rose with the wind, tiny feet running across sandy streets in little hordes.

A head of blindingly white hair caught his attention.

He’d almost missed it, blending in with a group of sitting elders with their grey hair. But what caught Ryou’s eye was the size of the person the white belonged to. The kid was small, younger than Mokuba when he’d first met the boy by years. If Ryou had to guess, he’d say the kid was anywhere between five and eight years old.

As the kid scurried through the crowd, unheeding of grumbled protests, Ryou met mauve eyes and froze.

He knew instantly, yet he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Bakura. That kid was Bakura.

The King of Thieves. Scourge of Egypt. Terror of Ryou’s teenage years.

And here he was, just a little kid.

The kid eyed him curiously before ducking his head and vanishing in the crowd, probably unnerved by Ryou’s stare. Shaking himself, Ryou moved off into an alley, leaning against the wall of the hut. His heart raced away in his chest, pulse pounding in his throat. Laughter bubbled up to his lips, and Ryou muffled it into his palm. His shoulder heaved as laughter turned into sobs, though his eyes remained dry.

Fuck.

A part of him had expected to run into the thief. Had expected it, really. After all, was he in Kuru Eruna or wasn’t he?

But Kuru Eruna still stood, whole and thriving and untouched. Nothing at all like the ruins of burnt husks from his memory, no empty streets echoing with half-remembered screams. Maybe he should have known, from the bustling streets, the unconcerned people, but somehow Ryou hadn’t connected the dots until just then.

The massacre. It hadn’t happened yet.

Eyes widening, Ryou bolted upright, pushing away from the wall. If the lawless town of thieves hadn’t been sacrificed… the Items hadn’t been created yet. Heart beating in his throat, Ryou swallowed, following the thought to his logical conclusion. The patrols. The underground chamber.

The Millenium Stone.

He could stop it. He could stop the Shadow Realm from ever being accessed, hell, maybe even stop it from existing. He could spare these people, and many more of the lives about to be lost. He could change the past! No traumatized kid growing up into the thief of thieves, waging a war of vengeance against the pharaoh. No Items, no Puzzle, no Ring.

Trembling fingers rose up to his chest, curling into his shirt.

So much trauma, so much pain. It could all be avoided, if Ryou managed this. If he could do this…

No friends trapped in dolls, he thought wildly, fingers digging into his chest. A normal childhood.

Ryou licked dry lips, gaze darting out the alley and across the crowded streets. These people had no idea what lay in store for them. They haggled and chatted and played, with no sign of the foreboding future hanging over their necks. He could save these people. He could save the kid.

And maybe in the process, he could save himself.

#yu gi oh!#ygo #ygo!#yu-gi-oh!#fic rec #ingno writes #ryou bakura #bakura ryou #thief king bakura #considering the pace and what I've plotted #it's probably gonna be btwn 10-15 chapters total #(famous last words lol)#(it really depends on how the next phase plays out)#(because I could probably stretch that out for several chapters #depending on how the muse feels #because it's rife with great character interactions)

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 5 years

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Drake's Diary ch.22 -Things That Go Bump In The Night

The Royal Romance canon from Drake's POV

Drake x MC (Emma)

Words: 3502

Emma confronts the Queen Mother at Madeleine's tea party, Drake takes the group camping

Drake walks into the most extravagant tea party he’s ever seen. This is definitely not where he wants to be. He’s surrounded by pink lace, fancy china teapots and saucers, golden chandeliers, white doilies…the very definition of “not his style.” But he’s not here for himself. He promised Emma he would help her in every way possible, and he didn’t intend to break that promise.

He immediately walked over to the petit fours and started eating. A second later, Kiara was at his side.

“Hello, Drake. Beautiful party, isn’t it? I just love being in Paris.”

He looked at her in surprise. “Oh, hey Kiara…yeah it’s a nice place I guess.”

She smiled seductively at him. “They do call it the city of love. With all the lights, and operas, and scenery, it’s no wonder.”

“Oh, right. You mentioned you gave Savannah French lessons...for months.” Drake said, still a bit annoyed he hadn’t known that.

“Oui, yes. I really enjoyed teaching her. French is my favorite of all the languages that I speak. I’ve always found it to be such a romantic language.”

She trailed her finger along Drake’s muscular arm, lingering near his hand.

What the hell is she doing? Why is she touching me? And why is she looking at me like that? Her touch feels…

“Hey guys”

Drake visibly jumped at the sound of Emma’s voice, jerking his hand away from Kiara.

“Oh, hello, Lady Emma” Kiara said politely.

Drake looked at Emma guiltily. “Hey, Rose”

“Well…Don’t you two look cozy.” Emma was glaring between the two of them, practically shooting daggers from her eyes.

Wow, that’s quite the harsh tone. She’s…jealous. That’s definite jealousy. I’ve thought maybe she’s shown it before but…I’m positive. She’s so jealous…over me.

He felt his heart flutter at the thought of Emma being so possessive over him. That is…incredible.

Kiara blushes “We weren’t…I wasn’t…I’d…better go.” She runs off, and Emma turns her fiery gaze completely on Drake.

“Drake…You know you’re mine, right?”

Unable to stop himself, he grinned from ear to ear. Yes I am. “Rose…You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Believe me, if I need to stake my claim on you, I’m not going to by shy about doing it.”

Holy shit, she is so hot right now. In more than one way. Hmm…

“And what would that look like?” He asked.

She sauntered up to him until they were only a breath away from each other. “I’m debating between a very public, very passionate kiss…And shoving Kiara into the petit fours the next time she flirts with you.” She trailed her own finger up his chest and he relished her touch.

Wow. Just wow. She’s getting dangerous right now, people are everywhere, and she doesn’t even care. God, she’s so hot.

Drake cleared his throat. “As much as I’d love to see that, we both know you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re the only girl for me, Rose…” He trailed off as she broke into a huge smile, her eyes sparkling just for him. He swallowed. Okay. Let’s not carried away. I feel like she’s going to jump me right now, and as much as I’d like that… “Anyway, don’t we have more important things to talk about?”

Her smile turned into a smirk. “Like the fact that you stick out like a sore thumb here?”

“Very funny.”

“Why are you here, anyway? This seems like the kind of event you’d bend over backwards to avoid.”

Seriously? I told her I was in this with her.

He frowned. “Oh. Well. I figured you might need some support today with the…er…mission. Not that I think you need me. But in case you wanted help…I wanted to be here for you.”

“Aw…thanks, Drake.”

He blushed. “So…what’s your plan?” Glancing over, he sees Queen Mother Regina surrounded by noble ladies as she chats with Adelaide.

Emma turned back to him. “We might need some backup. Maybe a diversion to draw most of the nobles away?”

He nodded. “I’ll go find Maxwell.”

“But I thought you and Maxwell…”

“It’s for you. I’m not going to let my personal gripes get in the way.”

She stared at him a moment, biting her lip.

Yes, I want to kiss you right now too.

“…And maybe you can see if Liam is available to help. Meet back here?”

“Roger.” She salutes

Drake goes off to find Maxwell, while taking several deep, calming breaths. He finds Maxwell by the bar.

“Emma needs us, let’s go.”

“Good to see you too, Drake! I’m so happy you’re here! Spending time with all your friends…” Maxwell stopped talking abruptly as Drake grabbed him and dragged him over to where Emma and Liam were standing.

Don’t have time for this.

“I’m here to save the day!” Maxwell announced.

Drake rolled his eyes. “Tone it down, chief.”

“Toning it down!”

“What’s our play here?” Liam asked, ignoring the obvious tension between Maxwell and Drake.

“I need a distraction, so I can talk to Queen Mother Regina away from the crowd of nobles.” Emma told them.

Liam nodded thoughtfully. “So, we must draw a crowd.”

“Dance-off? I’m feeling a dance-off. Drake drop a beat!”

Drake groaned. “Maxwell, we’re at a fancy tea party. Somehow I think that might be too distracting.”

“Right.” Emma agreed. We need something that will get people’s attention, but not something that will stop the party in its tracks. I still need people around, so Regina doesn’t run off or try to kill me or something.”

“I’m not sure we should be putting you in such danger…” Liam began.

Now Emma rolled her eyes. “Well, that might’ve been an exaggeration. What I really mean is…what’s one step down from a dance-off?”

“There is one thing we could do…we haven’t done it since primary school.” Liam looked expectantly at Drake and Maxwell.

Oh god no. That’s not happening. “No.” He said firmly.

“Do you really mean it?” Maxwell asked, surprised.

Emma looked between the three men. “Now I have to know.”

“The three of us were briefly in a singing quartet with Bertrand.” Liam explained.

Her face lit up. “That’s adorable! I can’t think of anything cuter than the four of you singing together as kids!”

“How about the three of us singing together as adults?” Maxwell suggested.

“That’ll be a close second.”

“How about it, then?” Liam asked.

“I’m always in for…pretty much anything, actually.” Maxwell shrugged.

Drake sighed. “Is there no other way? Can’t we light something on fire, or critically wound Maxwell?”

“Remember, we’ve got to do this for Emma.”

Damn it. Does everyone know I’ll do anything for her?

“Oh, fine. Let’s get it over with.” He turns to Emma. “You are not allowed to bring this up ever again.”

“Your request is noted.”

“But not confirmed.” He stated. She shrugged innocently, a mischievous look across her face.

Yep. She’s definitely going to use this against me at some point. Goddamn it, she’s lucky I love her. I literally would not do this for anyone else. Ever.

As Maxwell, Drake, and Liam take the center of the room, she sidles along the edges until she reached the queen.

Liam cleared his throat and addressed the crowd. “Excuse me. If I might have your attention. My friends and I would like to provide a tribute to Cordonia.”

The nobles turn to their King and begin crowding around. Butterflies erupts in Drake’s stomach, he can’t believe he’s about to do this.

Liam nods at Drake and Maxwell as he begins to sing. “Cordonia…”

“Cordonia…” Maxwell joined

Drake frowned. “Cordonia…”

“Land of apples, home of snow…”

“Place where all good things grow…”

“Teach us all we need to know…” This is so stupid.

As the other nobles draw even closer, Adelaide and Regina are hanging back, locked in conversation. He notices that Regina looks mad, but Emma cuts right in. He could help but smirk at her boldness.

“Cordonia…”

“My home…”

“Sweet home…” Everyone breaks into applause as the song comes to an end, then Drake, Liam, and Maxwell approach Emma, who is in the corner. Maxwell waves back at the crowd. “Thank you all, my adoring fans.”

“I’m really glad that’s over.” Drake mumbled

Hana joins the group. “That was a good performance.”

Liam smiles at her. “Thank you, lady Hana. Drake still has some notes in him.”

“And they should stay inside me.”

“Any luck with the Queen Mother, Emma?” Maxwell asked

“I got some information…but I’m not sure what it all adds up to.”

“There’s still the opera tomorrow. You might be able to get more out of her then.” Drake suggested

“I hope so.” She responded warily.

Drake took one look at her defeated face, and knew he had to do something. An idea he’d been toying with popped in his head. Might as well ask.

“Hey, you look like you could use something to take your mind off all this. How about a group camping trip? The leaves are changing, and there’s a spot where we can see all the trees over the valley. Sunset included.”

Emma gasped. “Did you just suggest we do things…with people?”

“I can take it back, if you’d like.” He retorted

“She’s teasing you, Drake.” Liam broke in. “Fortunately, there’s a break in the tour schedule tonight, so I can slip out for the night.”

I know she was teasing Liam. It’s what she does.

Hana looked nervous. “Are we allowed to just leave like that?”

“I only need to notify a few guards, and we’re good to go. Nobody will miss us for a night.” Liam assured

Drake turned to Emma. There’s no way he’s going if she’s not. “How about it, Rose? We can escape for a bit.”

She smiled at him. “I need a reprieve from all this.”

“I think we all do.” Liam agreed

“I hope we see fluffy critters.” Hana said excitedly.

Drake grinned. “Let’s go.”

“Yay, camping!” Maxwell exclaimed.

Drake turned on him, glaring. “Who said you were coming?”

Maxwell paused a moment. “Of course I’m coming…we’re all still friends, right?....Right?”

Still up for debate.

Emma lightly pulled Drake away from him. “Maxwell…We can get along for a whole night of camping. It’ll be a bonding exercise.”

“We’ll stick together like glue!” He said happily

“No.” Drake said sternly

Maxwell nodded vigorously. “Right. Like glue that respects personal boundaries.”

Emma looked at her friends. “Now, let’s hit the road!”

Drake shook his head. “After we pick up some camping gear. Unless you normally carry a tent with you.”

“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. With a tent, I could live anywhere. Like inside the limo!”

“I don’t think you need a tent for that Maxwell…” Hana started

“It completes the experience”

Drake sighed, running a hand through his hair “There’ll be no camping in the limo. Now let’s go. We’re losing daylight.”

They all pile into the limo. One shopping trip, a few hours of driving, and a long hike later…they arrive at a cliff overlooking the ocean

“It’s…”

“Wow”

“I can get used to this.”

“Hellooooooooooooo!” Maxwell’s voice echoes down the valley. “Wonderful.”

Drake ignores the group as he stacks up wood for a campfire on the rock. Emma walked over to him. “Gee Drake, you should build the entire campsite for us.” There was a note of sarcasm in her voice.

“I’m working on it.” He muttered. Can’t you see that’s what I’m doing?

“We should help.” Hana announced

Maxwell clapped. “Yeah! Let me start the fire! I’m great with fire. And flammable objects in general.”

Oh god… “No, no I’ve got it. This needs to be done safely.” Drake chided

Maxwell scoffed “What are you implying?”

“Seriously?” Drake rounded on him

Maxwell smiled nervously. “Nah, I’m just kidding. I know I’d probably just set us all on fire if I tried. But in its own way, wouldn’t that be a form of success?”

“No. That would be a medical disaster.”

Liam clapped Maxwell on his shoulder. “This is how he gets when he goes camping. Best to let him have his way.”

Drake nodded. Finally, someone is talking sense around here. “Exactly. This trip was my idea. It’s my responsibility to make sure you all survive out here.”

Maxwell pouted. “Aw, we’d be fine on our own. I’m very resourceful”

Drake rolled his eyes. “You’d be the first to go.”

“Really? Even before Hana?”

“Hey!” Hana laughed

Tuning them out, Drake positions a few more sticks, then lights the fire. “There. It’s ready.”

Everyone sits around the campfire, and Hana lays out snack for everyone.

“Thank you, Hana.” Liam told her

“The trip was short notice, so I could only pack so much.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding? Brie, sandwiches, and…is that hot chocolate?”

“Like I said, I didn’t have much time, so I just threw some things together…”

Emma chuckled. “Is there anything Hana can’t do?”

Hana blushed. “Aw…you’re too kind.”

Maxwell leaned back on his elbows, relaxed. “This is the life. It’s just food, nature, and friends.”

“Sure.” Drake said. Most of you are friends anyway.

Liam pipes in. “I’m certainly happy to be with everyone. It’s liberating.” He gazes at Emma, and Drake feels a pang of guilt.

Emma smiled softly back at Liam, before meeting Drake’s eyes. “I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else”

Drake felt himself blush and turned his head quickly to look out at the valley.

“Finally taking in that view?” Emma asked.

And trying to stop blushing at the way you just looked at me. “Now that the basics are taken care of? Yeah.”

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” She pressed.

You’re beautiful, especially by this fire.

“Yeah. I’m glad we came out here to see it.” He responded.

Hana quickly points to Maxwell. “Maxwell! There’s a thing on your shirt!”

“Nobody move! I can feel it.” He carefully rubs his shirt, picking off a green lizard. “Hey there, little guy. Did you come join us?”

“Is that…a leash?” Hana tilted her head to the side.

It sure is. A pink one. “I have so many questions right now.”

Emma smirked. “It’s a lizard? Nurture it into a mighty dragon.”

Maxwell’s mouth fell open. “I can’t wrap my mind around how awesome that idea is. How would you like to become an unstoppable dragon, little guy? Together, we will rule the world and demand ice cream as tribute.”

“Is it poisonous?” Hana asked hesitantly.

“It doesn’t look like it.” Liam told her.

“It’s a harmless lizard.” Drake confirmed.

Maxwell extends a finger to stroke the lizard. It bites him. “Oww!”

Emma broke out in laughter. “Sure. Harmless.”

Maxwell narrowed his eyes at his new friend. “Yeah, well, let’s see how you like being bitten” He opens his mouth and bares his teeth. The lizard does nothing. He gasped. “My god, he feels no fear. This must be the bravest lizard throughout the land.”

“Or, possibly, you’re not very scary.” Drake joked.

“Hey, I’m a terrifying menace.”

A menace? “You know…you’re not wrong about that”

Maxwell frowned and turned to Emma. “Emma, do you want to pet him?”

“Drake should do it!” She announced.

Maxwell holds out the lizard to Drake.

“Really?” He grimaced.

“Do it!” Emma pleaded.

“You’ll enjoy it” Liam chuckled.

Drake reluctantly takes the lizard and pets it. “There. Is everyone happy now?” The lizard bites him. “Ow!”

Emma laughed even harder. “Very happy.”

Maxwell takes the lizard back and sits him down on the ground. “Go forth and conquer, little guy.” The lizard scurries into the brush

Drake suddenly notices the sun is almost gone. “Alright, we’re almost out of daylight, so we should set up our tents.”

Hana looked over at hers. “What if we’ve never done that before?”

“I’ll come help anyone who needs it.” He reassured.

“Let’s do it!” Maxwell jumps up and runs over to his, while everyone else followed suit. Drake oversees as everyone attempts to build their tent.

Several minutes later, Maxwell steps back and looks at his masterpiece. “I knew I was an expert at this.” He said confidently.

Oh my fucking god. It’s a disaster. “No, you don’t put that there.”

“Then what’s this supposed to do?”

“That’s your sleeping bag.” Drake gritted out. Unbelievable.

“But isn’t a tent just one big sleeping bag?” Maxwell questioned.

As Drake begins to redo Maxwell’s so-called ‘masterpiece, he notices Liam asking both Hana and Emma if they need help.

Great. Just great. I’m stuck with fucking Maxwell while Liam plays the hero.

“Need any help, Lady Hana?”

“I’ve got this. It’s kind of like a puzzle, isn’t it? I think I can figure it out.”

“How about you, Emma?”

“With the tent? I’ve got it! I’m practically a tent architect.” She proceeds to build her tent in front of Liam, Drake watching her proudly from the corner of his eye. That’s my girl.

As the last of the light fades away, Drake manages to complete Maxwell’s tent. “There. Its done, despite your ‘help’.

“We make a great team” Maxwell agreed.

“I wouldn’t go that far. Alright everyone. Time to settle in. We head back first thing at dawn tomorrow.”

Darkness falls on the camp ground. Lights flicker from inside everyone’s tents as they settle in for the night.

Drake pulls his shirt and pants off, and starts sliding into the sleeping bag when suddenly Emma opens his tent flap and crawls in.

She freezes when sees him. “Oh…I’m glad I didn’t knock.” She told him, teasingly.

Drake, however, was still in shock. “Rose…what’re you doing here?”

“What does it look like? I’m here to seduce you.” She started towards him.

“What?”

“Isn’t this at least a little romantic?” She gestured around his dimly lit tent, then cuddles up with him nuzzling into his neck. His arms immediately wrap around her, and he feels his erection come to attention through his boxers.

Oh. My. God. She’s in my bed.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “It feels good to be out here, with you.”

She drew lazy circles on his bare chest. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I wasn’t sure.”

“What do you mean?” He murmured.

“You’ve been pretty bossy with everyone since we got out here.”

“Bossy? I’m just trying to keep everyone safe!” he defended.

“Yeah…by giving everyone tons of orders.” She retorted.

Oh no. I took it too far. “I guess my dad always ran a tight ship when we went camping. Maybe too much of that rubbed off on me. Sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin the trip.”

I so hope I didn’t ruin this for her. All of it…it was all for her, just to get her to relax with me.

She paused before speaking. “To be honest, it’s cute.”

…..What?

“Really?” He asked

She chuckled lightly, her breath warm on his skin. “Yeah, in a very Drake sort of way. It’d adorable that you take it so seriously.”

He was glad it was dark, so she couldn’t see his face turning red as his ego took a boost. “I aim to please. Is there anything I can do to make your camping experience more enjoyable, Ms. Rose?”

“There is one thing…you can kiss me.” She said softly

His breath caught. “Rose…” He raises his thumbs to her lips, tracing them lightly. “You know I want to.”

“Then do it.”

Conflict is warring inside him as he searches her eyes. We’re alone in my tent…sharing a sleeping bag…I’m practically naked…she wants this as much as I do…she chose my tent to sneak in to so…

“Aw, hell.” He leans in and kisses her. One of his hands tangles in her hair. His other hand slides down, pulling her waist closer to him, grinding his cock against her, wanting her to feel how hard he was for her. She moaned quietly, and the sound drove him mad. I can’t wait anymore

He began to pull at her clothes, his heart beating wildly that he was finally going to know what it would feel like to be inside her, to love her the way he wanted…When there’s a noise from outside! Drake’s hands froze in place, her shirt almost off.

“Bear! Bear!”

“Hana, it’s just me! I was looking for a snack!” Maxwell’s voice rang out. The two of them started laughing and Drake sighed.

I should have known it was too good to be true.

He straightened out her clothes. “Next time we go camping, how about we do it without the rest of them.”

“I’m in.” Emma said immediately.

Drake kisses her one last time, and then they curl up together.

He couldn’t stop smiling. She just made future plans with me. I made future plans. We might actually have a future. I cannot believe this woman takes me as I am and wants just me.

Feeling blissfully happy, they fall asleep in each other’s arms, while the moonlight shines on the campsite as the night passes.

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#drake's diary #drake x emma #drake x mc #drake walker fanfic #the royal romance fanfic #drake walker #playchoices #trr drake #the royal romance #choices the royal romance #trr #trr fanfic

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I did it! I made a playlist...or started one at least.

These aren’t all the songs. I want to include a few more that I will add later. I’m just worried that they will reveal too much about where this story is going.

One of them is pretty much my main inspiration behind the entire story, so it’s kinda a big deal for me.

Also, I decided not to add UT Soundtrack songs because otherwise, this play would be HUGE!

I have included a list of songs below as well as brief descriptions.

1. Regina Spektor-The Call: A very pretty song, I also enjoy the visuals. The song reminds me of the most recent chapter (Ch 44) and just the general feel of the story.

2. Undertale - Bonetrousle KAZOO’d: Exactly what it sounds like. This is what Dandy’s kazooing is inspired by. Song relates directly to chapter 6.

3. Set it Off - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing: I actually have a really sped up version I listen to on SoundCloud and it just reminds me of Flowey. Everything about this song reminds me of him and I used it as chase must while I was thinking up chapter 22.

4. Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards - Pop Star KAZOO’d: This was my original idea for the chase music from chapter 25. Super happy, super fast, super fun!

5. Pokemon Gold, Silver & Crystal - Lance/Red Trainer Theme KAZOO’D: This was the second chase song I thought it could be...cause I mean...it’s awesome! Maybe a little too intense though? (again, chapter 25)

6. Undertale - Dogsong KAZOO’d: ......heheh (chapter 25)

7. Echo (Cover) {JubyPhonic}: This song is a good one. Not really related to a chapter, but it reminds me of Dandy’s struggle with their emotions. And the part starting at 2:15 reminds me of chapter 39-40-41.

8. Thousand Foot Krutch - I See Red: This is the first of many TFK songs. Many of their songs have a side of hopefulness to them or positivity, which I like. But I included this song for its lyrics but doesn’t really influence a specific chapter. It just reminds me of Dandy and Frisk’s friendship.

9. TFK - Lifeline: Oh this song. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but this is my main influence for chapter 31. Before I heard this song, I didn’t really think the chapter would go quite the way it did. But then I heard it and..well..you know what happened.

10. Mind Brand (English Cover) {JudyPhonic}: (WARNING! Song Contains Mature Content) This song was stuck in my head for a long time. Though it's not story specific...it is directly related to one of my author notes in chapter 36. (You know what one.)

11. The Game of Life (English Cover) {JudyPhonic}: What can I say? JudyPhonic is one of my favorites. This was one of the first songs I heard from her and it reminded me of a mentally unstable Dandy. The second verse doesn't really fit, but the rest of it does for the most part...kinda? Sorta? No? Eh well, I’m still including it.

12. So Cold - The String Quartet Tribute to Breaking Benjamin: I used this song quite a few times while writing the story. It gets me into that emotional state of mind without distracting me with lyrics.

13. Imagine Dragons - Bleeding Out: This song was one of the songs when I planned out chapter 40 & 41. I always knew kinda what I wanted to happen, this just helped me think about it.

14. TFK - E for Extinction: This was the other one and the original one I used for inspiration. But, the other song by Imagine Dragons just seemed to fit the mood better. This one is more intense, where the other one was lower key and just gave me a more hopeless feel.

15. Bad Apple!! MIDI: Now this one needs some explaining. This is what I thought Dandy’s battle music would originally sound like. I did a lot of looking around and I think Bad Apple would’ve added just the right amount of intensity to the battle and it had a tempo that matched many of the other battle songs without being too fast or slow. Of course, I later changed it so it matched the “magic music” theory. Still like it though.

16. Most Emotional Instrumental Music: You...you don’t have to listen to the whole thing ^^; This is just what I’ve been using lately to write the really really sad chapters. It lasts a long time so I don’t have to go repeat the song over and over again.

17. Trapt - Enigma: Well, this is an old song but I recently rediscovered it. It’s my original angsty song. The one I used to listen to back in my high school days. Usually when I wanted to think of story ideas that were incredibly heartbreaking. Relates to chapter 43 the most (maybe even 42?) but I’ve been using it to think of past chapters too.

18. Paramore - My Heart: This song reminds me of Frisk and Dandy’s friendship. Not chapter specific, just in general. Maybe even a bit literally ;) ?

19. Disturbed - The Sound of Silence: I know this song is overused, but I still like it a lot. This is what I think Sans would sound like(at least during the first part). I’ve been splurging on this song so much the past few months. Mostly because I’ve been thinking of writing something from Sans POV after the story is over and I’ve been using this song as inspiration for it.

WELL! That’s all of them for now, I will reblog when I add more.

#playlist #dandytheflower #flowey!reader

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maddstermind · 2 months

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Character Voice Tag!

Thank you for tagging me @sunset-a-story!! I saw this one a bit ago and have been wanting to do it uwu

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC's! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

I was given the prompt "I need help."

Rosamund: "I can't do this alone."

Addison: "I just need to move on. It's over. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Christie: "I'll ask the questions, and you write down the answers. Okay?"

Ashton: "I can't. I can't."

Sutton: "I need you to get me there. Just get me there."

Bella: "I don't know what that means."

Arthur: "Could you assist me for a moment?"

Ryder: "I'm fine. Go."

(Some of these are "help me" and in "hey i need help with this task" and some are "help me" as in "i am emotionally distraught" lmao. Sorry for the inconsistency!)

I shall tag @sentfromwolves, @k-v-briarwood, @saintedseraph, and @circuslollipop! (And anyone else who wants in!!!)

Your phrase is: "I hate you."

#tag game #boberon #ch: pov quartet

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Crimson for the OC ask game, please :)

CRIMSON: What would it take for them to kill someone they know?

Oh boy! I'll do the POV quartet. I'm assuming "know" is like, in a good way lmao

Rosamund: Oh boy. Probably as a last resort. She would try anything else before, and even then she'd avoid it if she could.

Addison: It would also be a last resort, but Addison's a logically-driven person; if it was the only way, he'd force himself to accept it. (And then be very traumatized about it.)

Ashton: Honestly, this is also the same as above! This whole gang is very hard to make kill someone.

Christie: She's ELEVEN, she's not killing anyone, lmao

Thank you for the ask!!!

#ask game #boberon #ch: POV Quartet

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maddstermind · 2 months

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OC In 15

Thank you for the tag @the-down-upside-finch!!! This is so fun!!!!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I uh. Did all of the POV Quartet. So I will tag people up top and put it all below a readmore LMAO. Tagging @saintedseraph, @k-v-briarwood, @sentfromwolves, @veneritia, and @scribe-scott!!

Rosamund:

"It's not true. I'm not- I'm not bad. It was-wasn't my idea. I ju-just want to be wi-with the people I lo-love. Please."

"Roland. Teach me how to fight. [...] For me. For my peace of mind. For the worst case scenario."

"You're doing this to ensure I don't put an end to the war you're so desperately trying to start, and I won't stand for it."

"Magic isn't a sickness, mother. I'm proud to have it."

"I thought we were in no danger here?" ["Well, I certainly hope so, but there's no harm in being prepared."] "So the knights should be at the dinner."

["I will not let you ruin your future."] "You are ruining my future. I've seen it."

"Have you ever gotten the feeling you're seeing someone for the last time?"

"I'd rather have died in that fire than continue to be tied to a nation of small-minded slaughterers."

"You all fear magic. My mother did, too. But keep this in mind for if we ever meet again. You are no longer negotiating with a like-minded Sivonese noble. You are dealing with a mage."

"I want to be nothing like [my mother]. Lucky for me, that means being a decent person."

"I won't let it happen. I will not fall to this."

"That's very interesting, but I'm not giving up until I make some progress."

"Run. Before I stop being a coward and kill you."

"I didn't mean to hide my position from you, I simply... didn't want you to be intimidated."

["You can't trust me already."] "But I'd like to."

Christie:

"Genes don't dictate guilds. Anyone can do anything."

"I'm not quitting. I may be young, but I'm not quitting. I'm just... frustrated."

"I don't care if she doesn't like me. I'm not going to stay away from you just because she wants me too."

"Val Thorne! He's an investigator, hunting down criminals all around Exosto. He's from Crown's Ridge, and I've been to some of the places he goes to in his books. Sometimes he gets details wrong, though, but that's okay. It's a fictional version of Exosto. He doesn't have to worry about things like diplomatic passage to get into Rasduk."

[debating if someone is flirting] "I think it's too early to throw it out as a theory, though. You may come across more evidence to support it. But I'd consult the opinion of an expert."

["Secret passage? Where to?"] "I don't know. I'm about to find out."

"I'm not afraid of anything. But I know it's important to be safe, and even more important to be calm, so you can handle if things go badly or if you find something gross, like a skeleton."

"I will be a great mage. Just you wait."

"I don't care if they don't want me. They never came and found me, so I don't know if they loved me that much. But I at least want to know who they are. If they look weird, like me. That kind of thing."

"I have to tell her. I don't— Don't want her to think less of me. I have to tell her."

"I don't want [Maurelle] to fall behind. I'm fine. Goodbye."

"If they're worried about time… n-no offense, but why would they hire an Investigator who is magic-averse?"

"Don't say stuff like that. That's for movies when people are about to die."

"Do you ever wish you could do magic?"

"I told you I'll stay safe. I'm not leaving."

Addison:

"My Lady. Would you like to crash this party? And this whole engagement, as it were?"

["You're the witch house guy?"] "Glad to see that's become my reputation."

["Rulers should always be honest. That's what Miss Fairchild always says."] "And she's right, but guess what? Most rulers aren't. And I'm not a ruler yet."

[to a bird] "You're a cute little thing, you know. Strange, but cute."

["What did you say about stabbing?"] "I gave them plenty of warning. And no one got hurt."

"I promise you'll be safe. I'll set you down just as soon as you'll be able to move by yourself."

"Luxurious or not, [the castle is] still a prison."

"I'm sorry? Just like them? You can just say magic-averse, Miss Fairchild, it's not a dirty word. And for your information, yes! I do plan on being just like them! Is it such a terrible thing to be? I suppose you'd think so, having magic all your life. You've never known what it's like to be without it! I'd pity you if the truth wasn't that it's terrible and limiting."

"Up for an adventure? I'm looking for a witch."

"Katamar, Dimitio, Vunwra. Guide me to what I'm seeking. Do not let me go home empty handed. I was put on this path for a reason, you put me here, did you not?"

"Funny story. I did almost die."

"I believe in all of you. I think you should at least try for what you want. It's better to try and fail than to not try at all."

["That's an antique, not a weapon."] "I think it'll do."

"I didn't meant to kill him - oh, Silpa. Oh, Silpa, I killed someone."

"I'm sorry for all that. Tha-Thank you for helping me. I promise it won't happen again."

Ashton:

"I can't have it happen again, Sutton. I want to help you, but I can't lose another town."

"Stay here. Stay hidden. I'll try and get them away from here. Keep away from the windows, and do not go outside until I come back alone. Understand?"

[lying] "I've never met a mage. I wouldn't know if I saw one."

"I'm coming with you. If… you don't mind the company."

"I'll be back. As soon as I'm able, I'll be back."

"This is a mountain, Sutton, the last thing you're going to see up here is fish."

["Anything [alcoholic] I can get you?"] "Something lighter, please."

"I can't imagine anyone being afraid of your magic."

"Hey, you're hurting yourself. You're not going to get out that way."

"If I'd known you'd react like this, I would've tried to find something else. You don't have to apologize for a reaction like this."

"How am I supposed to help you if I don't know what to avoid? If I don't know why we're doing this in the first place?"

"You were a kid asking for help. That does not put you at fault for their disappearance, you did the right thing. Anyone would have done the same."

"Twenty years, and I've been playing the victim this whole time. I'm scared of fire, a-and of rosey-armored knights, and I shouldn't be! I brought it on myself. I have no right to act this way, but I do."

[about magic] "I never thought it would feel like this."

["I've come this far."] "We've come this far."

#tag game #boberon #ch: pov quartet #god this took. all day. i did not need to go to this level of effort.#but i did! whoopsie daisy

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@moon-and-seraph's Character Study Sunday!

This weeks theme is Fate and boy oh boy I have so many thoughts.

I feel like the main quartet each have their own sort of relationship with fate.

Rosamund has been living the life expected of her for years, and then someone comes in with a "prophecy" - an artificial twist of fate that she now has to try and prevent, or abide by.

Addison has accepted parts of his fate, and denied others; he accepts that he has to work with being magic-averse, but he does not accept that the world doesn't have an answer for why it happens. So he goes far, far back to before the fall of the old world for answers.

Christie has been given a bad hand by fate, and tries to make the most of it. But it seems she has not hit rock bottom yet.

And Ashton has a normal life, until his fate takes him by the hand and pulls him headfirst into love and magic.

#MS: character study #boberon #this feels a little silly/philosophical #sorry lmao #ch: pov quartet

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Sources: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

I'm bad at making moodboards! Augh! But I hope this is okay lmao.

Day Two of the advent calendar is Winter Moodboard! I decided to do a little bit for each POV.

Up top we have Ashton, who's embarking on a quest along with Sutton. This quest is taking them over the treacherous Foldra Mountains, which have been in the midst of winter for a couple months already.

Next is Rosamund, centered in Crown's Ridge, the capital of Adakoi. Winter hits hard when it finally hits, and the New Year is widely celebrated.

Then we have Christie, also in Crown's Ridge but up on the edge of it, in the Auberon Academy. School will go on winter break soon.

Finally, we have Addison. He's on the outskirts of Adakoi, on the oceanside, but there is a forest there too, in which the house he's staying in is nestled. Winter here doesn't mean snow, but it's certainly getting colder and rainier.

#writeblrgarden #twgcalendar #boberon #ch: POV Quartet #hough i. moodboards.

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maddstermind · 3 months

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Graph It!

Thank you for the tag @k-v-briarwood, this is such a great idea lmao.

Rules: use the base graph and map your storyline, then tag 3 or more people (if you want to)

I did both of the aubie books I've got written (or mostly written) so far uwu.

These are very fun to do and hopefully legible, lmao.

I shall tag @worldsfromhoney, @mauvelilywilliams, @stridingwriter, and anyone else who wants to join in!!! The base for the graph is here in Kaden's original post!!!

#tag game #boberon #ch: POV quartet

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Five Fics Friday: April 10/20

SPECIAL EASTER WEEKEND EDITION: FIFTY FICS FRIDAY

Hey, everyone!!

Well, I asked on my Twitter and here if y’all wanted to see a special edition 5FF for the Long Weekend since we’re all stuck inside (and some of you stuck with family I’m sure you’d like to avoid or are just tired of seeing), and it was a unanimous YES, because who doesn’t love to curl up all weekend with a good book or fanfic??

So here we are: Fifty fics either pulled out of my ass, recently read, recently bookmarked, or recently Marked for Later! Each section has a count so you know how many are in that section (and it’s for myself when I go to double check the count, LOL). I hope you guys enjoy these!! <3 Love you all, and happy reading :)

As always, read-more will appear on the third reblog. Sorry mobile, please don’t hate me :(

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@johnlockficclub APRIL NOMINATIONS (5)

A Beginner's Guide to Apiology. by VictoryCandescence (M, 10,952 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement AU || Friendship, Love, Bees & Beekeeping, Old Age, Dreamy Sexytimes, Angst, Soulmates, Grumpy Sherlock, Magical Realism) – John and Sherlock meet for the first time as old men in Sussex. (to read)

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds (“WINNER” fic)

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w., 10 Ch. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock's five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

Crimson Hymns by brilliantlyburning (E, 48,982 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S3/TAB, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction, Unhealthy Coping Methods, Demisexual Sherlock, Boxing, Pining, Sensory Processing Issues, Drug Use, First Kiss / Time, BDSM, Mary is Not Good, Parentlock, Proposal, Happy Ending, Beekeeping, Violence, References to Addiction, Poetry) – He laid his head over John’s heart, eyes level with his silver-rough scar, and listened to the crimson hymns beating beneath the surface. He imagined flowers blooming in his own chest: veins weaving intricate patterns on petals of thin muscle engorged with blood, sinew for stems and tendons for roots—the flowers would be poppies, maybe (addictive) or foxglove (deadly yet useful)—twining gleaming blood-red around the porcelain bone of his ribs. In his mind’s eye the gruesome bouquet all tied together on the left side of his chest, the stems bound together in heartstrings and the flowers fed by the rhythmic contraction of ventricles. It’s yours, he imagined saying to John—from the vena cava to the mitral valve to the arteries it is yours.— Or, the Love Song of W. Sherlock S. Holmes. (to read)

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Five Times John Watson Remained Oblivious (K+, 1,154 w., 1 Ch. || Five and Ones, Romance, Friendship, Asexual Sherlock, Queerplatonic Relationship) – ...And one time he didn't. asexual!Sherlock/John.

Linger by orphan_account (E, 4,879 w., 1 Ch. || Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Switchlock, Sherlock in Lingerie, Come Play, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal/Oral, Implied Shower Sex, Neck Kissing) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour, Three Garridebs) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

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Bonneville Black by HollyShadow88 (E, 3,362 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Motorcycles, Motorcycle Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex) – John discovers that Sherlock has a motorbike. He also discovers that he finds Sherlock on a motorbike to be unreasonably attractive.

Code 221b by whitchry9 (T, 6,528 w., 11 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant, Medical, Paramedics, Hurt/Comfort, Outsider POV) – Sherlock Holmes is well known to the paramedics of London. So when John Watson comes into the picture, it seems like a fantastic solution. Someone would take care of Sherlock and prevent all those problems. Of course, they didn't think about what would happen if John was hurt. (They really should have.) Part 1 of the The Patron Saint of Idiots series

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Sex Shop Quartet Series by testosterone_tea (E, 28,180+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || First Kiss/Time, POV John, Sex Toys, Sex Talk, Anal Play, Anal Beads, Anal Fingering, Awkward Sexual Situations, Rimming, Inexperienced Sherlock, Oral Sex, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, PWP, Bondage, Handcuffs, Praise Kink, BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Edgeplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Ice / Wax Play, Blindfolds, Emotional Love Making, Teabagging, Riding Crops, Impact Play, Intercrural Sex, Roleplay, Spanking, Collars) – Sherlock goes undercover at a sex shop but finds he has no idea what any of the toys are for. Cue John Watson, awkward sexual conversations and some unfortunate incidents involving too much plug and not enough lube. But all's well that ends well and Sherlock gets the best happy ending of all.

Roll Away Your Stone by foxxcub (E, 39,463 w., 1 Ch. || Downey Holmes || Boarding School AU) – Seventeen-year-old John Watson is set to finish his final year of school with a flourish, until the headmaster assigns John as a "tutor" to an arrogant, yet brilliant new student named Sherlock Holmes. Holmes is not about to be put in his place by this popular rugby football player with the too-blue eyes, and John isn't going to let this impulsive fifteen-year-old get away with anything. Neither expects to become friends, but a series of unexpected events and a possible murder mystery bring them closer together than either of them thought possible.

I Believe in Sherlock Holmes by Ranowa (T, 63,038 w., 10 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Hurt Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Homeless Network, Alcohol Abuse, No Mary, Bit-Not-Good/Angry John, Protective Mycroft, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Major Character Injury, Recovery, Forgiveness, Sherlock’s a Mess) – John's been angry at Sherlock since the day he turned up wearing a fake mustache and a tuxedo. He's still angry, even as he moves back into 221B, and he never hesitates to let Sherlock know it.One day, Sherlock stops saying sorry, and walks out instead.One day, Sherlock wakes up handcuffed in the boot of a car, and John doesn't know, because John's been angry at him for so long he's forgotten that he's not the only one that's hurting.

I'm coming home, John. -SH Series by Ranowa (M, 67,247 w. across 3 works || Post-TRF, Angry John, Idiots in Love, No Mary, Drug Use/Substance Abuse, Emotional Rollercoaster, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, PTSD Sherlock, Recovery, Sherlock’s Violin, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Asexual Sherlock) – In the two years after Sherlock throws himself off the roof of St. Bart's, crunches into the pavement below, and dies in John's arms, John starts texting.He doesn't know that his text messages are being read.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 (E, 69,042 w., 14 Ch. || Teen/Unilock || Forced to Share a Bed, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Relationship, Sherlock is a Prick, Drinking, Inadvertent Drug Use, Family Wedding, Footballer John / Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Frottage, Slow Burn, Mild Dub Con, Cuddling While Sleeping, Slight Homophobia, Posh Boy, Dirty Dancing, Endearments, Nosy FAmily, Bathing Together, Mild Angst, UST/RST, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff) – John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Scheherezade by sgam76 (G, 197,576 w., 45 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF/Pre-TSo3, PTSD Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Humour, Protective John, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, BAMF John, BAMF Sherlock, Aftermath of Serbia, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Memories, Drunk Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Suicidal Thoughts / Attempt) – Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all's right with the world--right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock's time away wasn't the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that's bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it's not going away. Part 1 of the Scheherezade 'verse series

POSTED THIS YEAR [WiP’s & Full] (19)

A Bowl of Comfort (Store-Bought is Fine) by tepidspongebath (T, 763 w., 1 Ch. || Food, Comfort, Domesticity, Fluff) – “When did you last eat?” “What day is it?” “Oh, for god’s sake - you can’t keep skipping meals like this, Sherlock.” “It’s Lent.” “And since when do you care about Lent?” “Since you get chocolate eggs at Easter.” (to read)

End of the Curve by doctor_not_your_girlfriend (T, 833 w., 1 Ch. || COVID-19, One Shot, Medical Realism, Major Illness, Recovery, Optimism, Disability, Needles) – July, 2021. Mycroft has a special delivery for Sherlock. Inspired by Proving A Point by elldotsee, J_Baillier. (to read)

Love Is A Smoke by J_Baillier (T, 3,617 w., 4 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Pining, Romance, MCD) – It's spring in 2036. John and Sherlock are no longer together. Sherlock attempts to cope — or doesn't. (to read)

A Study in Beard by Loveismyrevolution (T, 3,810 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff and Humour, Experiments, Beards, Idiots in Love, Quarantine) – Sherlock has to face the consequences of using up all of their shaving foam. Which turns out to be more fun than expected. Boys being boys, nothing can go without a challenge. Although, being isolated presents a problem. How will they determine the winner? Part 2 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series (to read)

Isolated by CarmillaCarmine (G, 3,926, 3/4 Ch. || WiP || Quarantine From Virus, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Bi-Panic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Coming Out, Bathing/Washing, Bubble Bath, Kissing) – Due to an ongoing pandemic, John and Sherlock find themselves isolated at 221B. (to read)

Sherlock's Solution by PipMer (T, 4,125 w., 1 Ch, || Fluff, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Isolation/Quarantine, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss) – Sherlock and John are stuck in quarantine. Against all expectations, John is the one who goes stir-crazy first. Sherlock has a unique solution to the problem. (to read)

The Unexpected Threat by J_Baillier (T, 4,283 w., 1 Ch. || Military AU / Pacific Rim Fusion || Established Relationship, Medical Conditions, Coronaviruses, Doctor John, Bratty Sherlock, Romance, Science Fiction, Futuristic Medicine, Ghost Drifting AKA Telepathy, Medical Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Healing) – The kaiju are not the only threat to the security and well-being of the staff of PPDC's Chard's Rift base. It's the year 2050, and a coronavirus epidemic sweeping the planet has reached The Azores. Part 4 of the At The Edge of Our Hope (to read)

Quarantine by wendymarlowe (T, 6,444+ w., 20/? Ch. || WiP || COVID-19, Forced Isolation / Quarantine, John’s Blog, Humour) – John and Sherlock are stuck at 221B together due to coronavirus concerns. Sherlock slowly drives John barmy. (to read)

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Attentions, Experiments, Oddnesses by hubblegleeflower (E, 6,383 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Experiments, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Kissing, First Time) – John is behaving oddly, and Sherlock hopes it means what he thinks it means, but he has several theories and could well be missing some of the facts. (to read)

Casualty by Silvergirl (E, 12,051 w., 4 Ch. || Canon Compliant Until T6T, Mary’s Dead, Trauma/Comfort, John’s a Good Friend, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Learns Teamwork, Parentlock) – Sherlock renders assistance at a hit-and-run and is left deeply shocked. When the accident turns into a case, John moves back in to 221b to help—and finds that Sherlock has way oversold his image as an emotionless thinking machine. (to read)

The Night Riviera from Paddington to Penzance and Back Again by Iwantthatcoat (M, 12,918 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF John, Devil's Foot Adaptation, Hallucinations, Oral Sex) – Mrs Hudson has decided her boys need a little vacation together (after the events of S4) away from London and has booked them an inordinately (per Sherlock) long train ride from Paddington Station to Penzance. (to read)

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo. (to read)

Contrition by sussexbound (E, 18,556+ w., 5/? Ch. || WiP || Post-S4/TFP Didn’t Happen, Rosie Doesn’t Exist, T6T/TLD is Canon, Year After TLD, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Sherlock / Sub John, Punishment, Light Bondage, Light Masochism / No Sadism, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Tenderness, Aftercare, Forgiveness, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Frottage, Communication, Sexual Negotiation, Sexual Tension, Spanking, Head Injury, Anal Sex) – “You’ve been tense ever since we got back, itching for a fight, all your usual tells, but why…?” The truth strikes like lightning. “Oh… Oh! You’re not angry at me. Not this time. Well—maybe a little. But mostly, mostly you’re angry at yourself. Why? For falling behind? For not being there in time. For not taking Wilkes down fast enough?” Sherlock waves a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t really matter.” He lifts a finger to his swollen cheek and cut eyebrow. “You blame yourself for this. And you offered to fix it. But I wouldn’t let you, and… But that’s not what you really want, anyway, is it?” John looks stunned, a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry, frozen, waiting for the lethal strike. “You don’t want me to let you help. At least not right away. No. What you want, what you really want is—punishment.” (to read)

Feeling Seen by jadztone (E, 30,177 w., 9 Ch. || Ballet!Sherlock / Rugby!John, Demisexuality, Virgin John, Experienced Sherlock, Toplock, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Background Molly/Irene & Greg/Sally) – Rugby player John is starting over at a new university, with the help of friends Molly and Bill. Few people know that John is demisexual, but ballet dancer Sherlock Holmes deduces right away that he has no interest in sex unless he’s fallen in love. John finds this strange genius intriguing and would like to get to know him, but Sherlock has a self-cultivated reputation for only wanting casual sex. John has reason to believe that’s not really true, but he’s not sure he wants to risk his twice-fractured heart to find out. (to read)

Sanguineous Serendipity by CarmillaCarmine (E, 34,783 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Alternate First Meeting, Turning a Character, Vampire Sherlock, Captain John, POV John, Feeding, Blood Drinking, Crossdressing Sherlock, Genderfluid Character, Sherlock in Heels, Transphobic Behaviour, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Soulmates, Romance, Happy Ending) – Vampire Sherlock meets a dying John in a field hospital in Afghanistan and gives him a whole new life. (to read)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Next Right: Welcome to Westbound Rest Area 818 by elwinglyre (E, 59,874+ w., 13/15 Ch. || WiP || American Unilock AU || Bunk Beds, Anonymous Sex, Homophobia, Closeted John, Roommates, Angst with Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Music, Rape/Non-Con, Hurt John, BAMF John) – Sherlock Holmes dreams of escape from his smothering family and space to breathe. Studying chemistry at the University of Michigan, he's almost far enough away to fill his lungs. Almost. While John Watson dreams of being a doctor, he also dreams of being with another man. John knows that with hard work and study, he can make the first a reality, but he's certain the second can never be. Until a secret encounter in the dark at Rest Area 818 changes everything. When Sherlock meets his new roommate, John Watson, he sees a man in the closet. Sherlock hides from no one. Except from his own family, a detective inspector who wants his evidence returned, and his secret encounter at Rest Area 818. Thank you to recently folded who lovingly beta’d chapters 1-5 and helped with an important plot point that deeply enriches this story. Also thank you to hotshoeagain for beta'ing the rest of the story.Setting late 1970s, Michigan, USA. POV third person alternates between John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. (to read)

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

ANYTHING GOES – JOHNLOCK (5)

Talk by illwick (E, 6,364 w., 1 Ch. || Dirty Talk, John’s Giant Junk, PWP, Light BDSM, Size Kink, Oral / Anal, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Established Rel.) – Sherlock was never much for dirty talk... until an unexpected visit yields unexpected results. Part 20 of Unwind

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV/S3 Fix It Fic, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

The Homecoming Series by sussexbound (M, 51,744 w. across 12 stories, WIP || Domestics, PTSD, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Jealousy, Family Issues) – Sometimes home is all you need. After three years of horror, betrayals, and crushing loss, John and Sherlock find their way back home to one another, and together find new footing in a world that has changed forever.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Case Fic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

ANYTHING GOES – INEFFABLE HUSBANDS (5)

All Roads Lead To You by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel (T, 2,549 w., 2 Ch.|| Pining Crowley, Oblivious Aziraphale, Love Confessions, Feelings, Resolved Romantic Tension, Rescuing, Happy Ending, Snake Crowley, Magic Bracelets, POV Aziraphale) – It had taken Aziraphale quite some time to find the presence he had been looking for, but here he was, in the Reptile House of the London Zoo. As an angel, Aziraphale shouldn’t have been finding amusement in the discomfort of another, but he couldn’t help but do so as he was glared at by a very familiar snake. “Oh my dear,” Aziraphale murmured, “how ever did you end up in this situation?”

The slowest moving object in the universe by chamyl (G, 4,996 w., 1 Ch. || God POV, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Beach Day, Games, Light Humour, Tenderness, Embarassed Crowley, Soft Idiots, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Crowley and Aziraphale have had feelings for each other for a very long time. It takes a date at the lake and a round of 36 Questions That Lead To Love to give them the final push.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

Souls In Creation by Dragonfruit112 (NR [M], 23,110 w., 6 Ch. || Aziraphale was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, True Angel Forms, Memory Loss/Amnesia, Seraph!Aziraphale, Cherub!Crowley, Moments of Time, Pining Aziraphale, Deaths, Disasters Through History, Whump, Taking Care of Each Other, Friendship, Mates to Friends to Mates, Bed Sharing, Sick Crowley, Healing Powers, BAMF Aziraphale) – They knew each other before the Fall. They loved each other before the Fall. They were creation's first soul mates. But the Fall changed everything, and now Aziraphale is forced to live in a world where only he remembers their shared past. Burdened by pain and grief, he hides himself under the guise of a clumsy Principality until he can make his love remember once more. Only, he doesn't know how long that'll take.

Any Way You Want It by LieutenantLiv (M, 27,585 w., 5 Ch. || Holidays, Slow Burn, Fluff, First Time, Eventual Smut, Swimming, Dreams of Dancing, Kissing in the Rain, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Crying Love Confessions, Soft Crowley, Clingy Crowley, Virgin Aziraphale, Romance) – Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes.Who'd have thought that sharing a cottage in Scotland would be quite so romantic?

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