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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 1 year

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Deduce Me

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you’re having a lovely birthday. May I request a sherlock soulmate Au. Maybe they have a marker or something. She thinks he doesn’t like her because he doesn’t deduce her and suss it out but really he’s holding back and wanted to give her space because she’s kinda sweet and stuff. Bit like the grumpy and sunshine trope!

Here you go, lovely! I apologize for the wait! My hiatus(es) was unexpected and unwanted, but apparently necessary.

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst. Potential for part 2 (maybe)?, a little grumpy and sunshine, but only a bit.

Pairings/Characters: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader, John Watson

Soulmarks were stupid. At least that's how you were feeling at the moment. You'd been fortunate(or perhaps unfortunate) enough to be mated to the most brilliant man you'd ever met. Sherlock Holmes. You knew that because you'd seen his mark, identical to yours, once by accident. Instead of telling Sherlock outright, you decided to wait and see how long it would take for it to be discovered. Now, you knew Sherlock would appreciate a chance to figure things out on his own. To that end you decided to give him a chance to deduce why you were suddenly acting differently toward him.

After several weeks of this, you were beginning to lose hope. Sherlock refused to deduce anything about you. It was like he didn't want to know anything about why you were acting the way you were. You had seen the man deduce the lives of entire families within a few minutes and yet he wouldn't say a word to you. Surely he knew by now. It was…he just had to. It wasn't until you'd simmering in your frustration for about a week that Sherlock seemed to take notice.

You had stopped being as attentive. You stopped hanging around as much and you didn't text as much. It hurt you. It hurt so much. Soulmates, platonic or not, were not meant to be out of contact for very long. But the fact that Sherlock didn't even seem to care hurt your pride more than the soulmate bond ever could. Did he just not like you? Maybe that was why. Maybe he knew and just didn't care so acted like nothing changed between you. If that was the case, it might have been in your best interest to leave well enough alone for a while.

Sherlock's POV

"Watson, where is Y/N?" John looked at the detective exasperatedly. "You're joking. She hasn't been here for days, Sherlock. You didn't not- Never mind. Of course you didn't." Sherlock's brows furrowed. Why would you willingly spend time away from him? You'd been hanging around so much lately and Sherlock had gotten used to you. In fact, though he'd never admit it aloud, he rather enjoyed your company. So why hadn't he noticed your absence before?

That was when his mind kicked into overdrive. He had noticed. That little niggle in his heart and head. Something telling him that there was something wrong. His entire being ached for your presence. The soulmate bond was fraying, little by little, but why? John's voice brought Sherlock of his thoughts again.

"I cannot believe you didn't realize she was gone. She's the only woman that has ever been able to handle your madness. If she's not your soulmate, I'd be surprise, along with half of the people we know," John mentioned with a frustrated sigh. Sherlock glanced over his shoulder briefly. "She is," he stated, earning a confused look from the doctor so he continued, "My soulmate."

"You knew?! And you've been ignoring her?! Why?"

"Because she is a distraction! And…I can't. I can't allow myself to be distracted," the consulting detective said as if it were a statement of fact. John wasn't going to allow that. He was having none of it. "Bollocks. I know you, Sherlock. You're afraid. You're afraid that, by being your soulmate, Y/N will change. She'll become more like you."

"Yes. There are so few truly good people in the world, Watson. Y/N is one of them. She needs…She deserves more than a high-functioning sociopath. I cannot allow a romantic entanglement with me to change her. It is better if I say nothing." John merely stared at him for a moment. "You believe that?" Sherlock nodded once and John scoffed. "And now you're both hurting."

"The pain means nothing if Y/N is safe from me and what being associated with me can do to her."

"Shouldn't that be my decision as well?" Sherlock wasn't even surprised to hear your voice coming from the doorway of the flat. He glanced back at you as you gave John a tired smile. Sherlock took in your appearance. You looked horrible. Like you hadn't slept or eaten in days. Like all the joy had been sucked out of you. "Would you give us a moment, Doctor?" you asked, not meeting Sherlock's gaze. John merely nodded before shooting a glare at his flatmate.

As soon as John was outside, you finally glanced at Sherlock. "You look like hell," he declared, matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes. "Well, forgive me, Mr. Consulting Detective, but not all of us have a murder to keep us distracted. Why? Why would you let me believe it meant nothing to you? I know you're not…good with typical human emotions. You find them unnecessary, but I don't! And you said NOTHING! YOU LET ME BELIEVE I WAS BETTER OFF AND LET ME BE IN PAIN!"

Sherlock's expression, unsurprisingly, didn't shift at all as your voice raised. When he said nothing, you huffed and began pacing a little. "You could have talked to me, Sherlock. You should have! You knew this entire time. You knew exactly what I was trying to tell you and yet, you couldn't be bothered to care. I've been so happy."

"You are always happy. Well, except for this moment," he replied, earning a groan. "Not the point, Sherlock. The point is that you caused us both unnecessary pain. While you had something to distract you from yours, I didn't. I was here with you, every day. Not that you noticed. You don't want me to be like you? Well I suppose it's too late. This bond has caused me nothing but trouble. I've made an appointment with a soul bond clinic. They'll be removing my mark and severing the bond entirely." With that, you turned on your heel and left the flat, leaving Sherlock standing there with a thousand thoughts racing through his head and his heart clenching harder with every step you took.

For once in his life, Sherlock had no idea what to do. You were going to destroy the soulmate bond? Sherlock didn't want that. He knew that much. He hadn't meant to cause you the pain. He had only wanted to keep you…you. But now, it was over. Unless he could catch you in time.

Faster than most people could comprehend, Sherlock's long legs were carrying him out of the flat and down into the street. Just as his foot hit the pavement, the cab with you in the backseat drove off. Sherlock could just see your tear-stained face in the window as you were driven out of sight.

(a/n: I hope you like it. Also, why are half my soulmate AUs on this blog so angsty XD)

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alovelyburn · 1 year

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I am a little worried this ask could be easily misunderstood as being in bad intent, especially seeing the amount of fans assigning every possible diagnosis, I mean the ones they consider “evil” (which I do find pretty ableist to be honest), to Griffith. Nevertheless I am quite interested in your opinion on the matter. So. Would you say that Griffith has some types of mental disorder? I do not know anything about you so I do not know if you have proper knowledge to actually determine him as such, nor if you are comfortable with answering this type of question, obviously feel free to ignore me, hiding behind anon, trying to get some answers from you😅. But I must admit, I can see some signs of different types in him? although it could be just projecting. I doubt it could be Miura actual intention, but I could be wrong, he did surprise me with his knowledge and openness in his interviews already. Doesn’t matter if you decide to post this, or not, I’m thankful for your content brightening my everyday and making poor little heart who feels such deep weird connection with Griffith so happy ❤️

Honestly, I mostly ignore the weirdos when it comes to Griffith diagnoses so I have no idea wtf they’re saying about him - I mostly see a lot of "sociopath" and "narcissist" but he doesn't actually qualify for either one so like.... mostly it’s a bunch of pop culture-fed armchair psychologists talking shit about characters they don't like.

AS FOR ME

I do know a fair amount about psychology - I guess more than your average person in an armchair playing Freud - but I am in no way a medical professional or qualified to be diagnosing people. Characters are extra difficult because we can only judge from what the writer puts on the page and even the most complex character is ruled by like... story logic, which obviously doesn't apply to real life.

Which is to say take it with a grain of salt regardless of who's saying it, but since you asked...

...for me personally, Griffith mostly comes off as having I guess a combination of ptsd (along with almost everyone in the series, lmao) and what's colloquially called Smiling Depression, which is a form of major depression with atypical presentation where the person internalizes their symptoms so that their emotional issues are invisible from the outside despite being just as debilitating internally.

If you're curious about it, you can read about that here, and here's a nutshell rundown from someone who is, let's stress this again, not a mental health professional:

The people most prone to this particular variant of depression will tend to be ambitious or perfectionistic. They may feel like a fraud - they may not even realize that what they're feeling is depression and certainly not a lot of people outside would know as they appear to be active, high-functioning individuals - even unusually high-functioning. They may even be seen as "perfect," with a steady job and healthy active social life, but they have few real friends or confidants and often unhealthy coping mechanisms. They often have poor self-esteem and suffer from low self-worth. They may think that showing their feelings would be perceived as weakness and like they don't want to burden people with their problems. They may not have the energy deficits that people with more typical depression presentations have in public, but it may hit them when they're alone. Smiling Depression is considered by some to be potentially even more dangerous than typical depression because of the suppression, reluctance to seek help and, well, the excess of energy that they sometimes use in self-destructive ways? Thus they are sometimes at a high risk of suicide.

Now, was Miura sitting there thinking about what mental disorders Griffith might have had... no idea. I mean I wouldn't necessarily doubt it, he did talk about Griffith being unable to love women and probably being a victim of child abuse + his inability to reroute his life's path, so obviously he was thinking about Griffith's psychology.

But either way what I do think is that his own mindset colored the way he wrote Griffith - Miura has said that he was depressed while creating the Golden Age which is why the Eclipse so so extreme, for example - just like his own experience of childhood trauma and abuse obviously colored everything in the series and every character he wrote.

Plus Griffith (like Guts) is based on both him and Mori, and they were both depressive survivors of childhood abuse and/or neglect, so ptsd + depression seems to make sense.

Anyway, I don't know if that's what you were looking or hoping for, but hopefully it's interesting. <3

#ask #anonymous #ariel talks about berserk

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amyreadsandstresses · 1 year

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AMY'S DAILY FIC REC

Hi! It's been a while. Today BBC Sherlock. And since I have given up in keeping this blog as purely Sherlock content, I will return tomorrow with the rest of this rec, that time being mostly Merlin.

First, Sherlock:

*Survivors - tenderly_wicked

2 works, 3k, Sherlock Holmes/Sebastian Moran, Pure Smut, BDSM

Sherlock remembers being strong and cruel. He doesn’t feel like that anymore, but he wants to, desperately so.

*How to Leave Flowers at a Grave - MangoMartini

2k, 1/1, Sherlock Holmes/Sebastian Moran, Series 03, Unrequited Love

At first Sherlock doesn’t say anything. He tries to picture what it would look like explaining everything in this open-air cafe to JohnandMary: oh I’m fine, just texting that lovely Moran chap who used to kill people for Moriarty--you know the one. But there’s something in the scraping of chairs as they move in and out from under tables along with the clatter of ceramic that convinces Sherlock any explanation would end up misheard and misunderstood.

*Irresistible - MangoMartini

2 works, 14k, Sherlock Holmes/Sebastian Moran, yet again sheer smut, Great Hiatus, Second one came with feels and it was lovely

"I feel terribly rude. I haven't introduced myself yet." The man moves his drink to his left hand from his right—right handed, possibly ambidextrous—and extends his right hand to shake Sherlock's. "My name is Colonel Sebastian Moran."

*Invisible Barriers. [Why should it matter?] - arrestjellyfish

1k, 1/1, Johnlock, Trains, Panicking Sherlock, Pre Series 4, Autistic Sherlock Holmes

He could close his eyes and - if he ignored the cold, hard press of the glass against his cheek - he was leaning against John. [Close off the other senses, ignore the mechanical clunking and metallic screeching and the smell of steel and the dirty air.] They could have been in the flat. Just on the sofa. Warm and soft, together. [This feels dangerous.]

Delirium was a perfectly viable diagnosis. [It certainly feels like it.] [What’s wrong with me?]

*A Penny Dreadful - Popcornjones

36k, 12/12, Johnlock, Past John Watson/Mary Morstan, Baby Watson, Amnesia, ANGST, Asperger's Sherlock, TW: Attempted NonCon, Charles Augustus Magnussen, Past Fluff and Present Hurt, Medical Inacurracies, Eventual Happy Ending. Gorgeous.

John wakes in hospital having lost his memory – how does Sherlock explain their life together?

"...he was tall. OF COURSE he was tall. Why couldn't John have a short boyfriend?! (Or a girlfriend! John thought rebelliously. Why couldn't I wake up with a beautiful woman telling me we were TOGETHER together?!)"

*Dailies with Sherlock - Tarvok

8 works, 4k, Johnlock, Autistic Sherlock, Asexual Relationship, Asexual Sherlock

Both poles are equally attracted to the other.

*The Child That Became His Daughter - Lastsyn

WIP, 45k, 22/?, Parentlock, John Makes Questionable Life Choices, After TLD, Rosie Watson, Therapy, Sherlock is a Good Parent

Mary was gone. That much was clear. What wasn't clear to others was why Sherlock was suddenly raising Rosie and why no one had seen John.

*The title of best man - Fangirlmoon

2k, 1/1, Autistic Sherlock, Angst, Mary Morstan/John Watson, Meltdown

Sherlock has a meltdown at Mary’s and John’s wedding.

*give the canvas what it needs - silenceinmolasses

3k, 1/1, A/B/O, Johnlock, Omega Sherlock, Poetic Prose, Explicit Sexual Content, Self-Discovery

“You might have made the world, but the world has no claims on you.”

*The Grit on the Lens - Silvergirl

1k, 1/1, Johnlock, Sherlock has emotions, First Time, Short and lovely

I remember the night I finally called Sherlock on his “high-functioning sociopath” nonsense. I’d long ago made him stop describing himself like that, trotting out a quotation I'd rehearsed from a medical journal debunking the categorisation. But he still denied having emotions, until one November night I exploded.

*soft as silk, stronger than silk - fabricdragon

4 works, 80k, The third is incomplete but the first two are amazing, Sebastian Moran/Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Molly Hooper/Jim Moriarty, Autistic Sherlock, Cool John, Cool Mycroft, Cool Anthea, Everyone is great, BDSM, Past Abuse and NonCon for some characters

Some very not good people are doing very not good things, which forces Sebastian Moran and Sherlock Holmes to work together.

*I'll Show You Mine - witchry9

3k, 2/2, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, AU, Autistic Sherlock

Some people have writing on their wrists and some don't. The problem is to not let it define you.

*full of you - threadoflife

1k, 1/1, Johnlock, Angst, Infant Death, Loss

John didn't react to his daughter's death for months.

*Coffee Black and Egg White - monkiainen

1k, 1/1, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Color Blindness

They said the world was full of colours.

*The Adventure of the Straw House - realisaonum

2 works, 16k, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Angst, Ghosts

In which after the Fall, Sherlock is haunted, literally.

*An Acquired Taste - kinklock

31k, 4/4, Johnlock, Vampire Sherlock, Humor and Fluff, So Good

At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased.

At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

*Tattered - SrebrnaFH

15k, 6/6, Johnlock, Mycroft Holmes, Mummy Holmes, Wingfic, Hurt John, Hurt Sherlock, Past Abuse, Mostly Fluffy though

John visits Baker Street without any warning and gets an eyeful.

*Living Proof - Tenthsun

14k, 5 works, Incomplete Sheriarty, DARK FIC, R/NonCon, Mpreg, Molly Hooper, The first one is pretty graphic but after that it gets less so

Jim Moriarity DID owe Sherlock a fall. But Sherlock should know better than to take him quite so literally…

*Imagines Moti - SwissMiss

4 works, 9k, Johnlock, Tattoos, Magical Realism

The stories of our lives are written on our skin.

*A Waste of Breath - Atisenia

2k, 1/1, Johnlock, Magic, Muteness, First Kiss

Since he was a child, Sherlock has only been able to speak when no one could hear him. And now, something else is happening to his throat.

*Command Structure - 221b_hound

49k, 16/16, Johnlock, BDSM, PTSD, Post Reich, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/Sub, Enthusiastic Consent

Sherlock Holmes returns from his hunt to destroy Moriarty's network. He comes home to John, and at long last they start this thing between them that couldn't begin while Moriarty threatened them.

But Sherlock has returned fractured and suffering anxiety attacks. He thinks he needs discipline - the whip - to help him focus and be strong. But his problems are deeper and run back to a childhood of neglect.

John Watson is prepared to be Sherlock's Captain, but he's a doctor too. His command style isn't about pain and subjugation. It's about care and responsibility: and those concepts go in both directions in Captain Watson's command structure.

*Days on End - irisbluefic

720w, 1/1, Johnlock, Loss, Neurodiversity, PTSD, Stunning

It's more than either of them should have hoped for, but John had known in the instant Sherlock had looked to him for approval that he wasn't alone in the hope that they'd live to tell their story. Sherlock had fired, then, and all hell had broken loose. John prefers not to think about the Yard's crushing losses, or half-dragging an injured Sherlock from smouldering rubble, or the fact that Moriarty had escaped.

They're alive, and Sherlock hasn't spoken in a fortnight.

*silence - justjoy

1k, 1/1, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Muteness

He nods at Angelo with a smile when the latter comes to greet them, customary candle in hand; John has long since given up protesting at all against it, and it's an admittedly nice gesture on Angelo's part. Besides, he's not going to complain. Not when Sherlock earns glares and curious looks if they go anywhere else, from people who'd read and believed the news that had sensationalised the entire incident mercilessly.

*In My Time of Dying - twsiting_vine_x

10k, 1/1, Johnlock, Angst, Smutt, Mental Health Issues, Permanent Injury

John Watson walks into his apartment to find an apparition sitting at the kitchen table. After that, they start trying to put their lives back together.

*The River Variation - withoutawish

11k, 1/1, Johnlock, Hurt/Comfort, Near Death, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort

John Watson never knew that he wanted a ‘no toast in the mornings’ normal until he realized what an honor it is to be destroyed by Sherlock Holmes.

*To Sleep, Perchance to…Cuddle - nerdyandiknowit

1k, 1/1, Johnlock, Cuddle, Fluff

Almost immediately after they got together Sherlock formed this dependency on John-he could not (or would not as John believes) sleep without John being there, in bed, next to him. Sherlock has perfected the art of molding himself entirely to John's body. Every now and again John will attempt a Houdini like escape, but he has mostly resigned himself to the fact that Sherlock would use him for a life sized teddy bear. Well resigned isn't really the word, and even though John will never admit it, he always looks forward to this time he gets to spend with Sherlock.

*Five Times John Cooked Something with Peas and One First Kiss - 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for

3k, 1/1, Johnlock, Fluff, Romance, First Kiss, Domestic

After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.

*So, this is normal for us now? - TooManyChoices

2k, 1/1, Johnlock, Fluff, Sharing a Bed

John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.

*Loving John Watson - Spark_writer

2k, 1/1, Johnlock, Second Person, Fallin in Love

You discover early on that you want him. Maybe even the very day you meet.

*Longing - belovedmuerto

3k, 1/1, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Pining

Sherlock Holmes longs.

*Camera Obscura - cellardoors

7k, 1/1, Johnlock, Photography, Romance, Smut

John takes up a photography. Sherlock is not pleased.

*Sink Like a Stone - pennydreadful

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Angst and Fluff, Kissing, Cuddling

After defeating Moriarty at the pool, life isn't quite the same around 221B Baker Street...it's more peaceful. And stranger.

*Daemon - jamlocked

11k, 4/4, Sheriarty, Mycroft Holmes, AU, SO GOOD

'It starts, as everything does, with a birth.

Not a normal birth.'

*Swift, Fierce & Obscene - J_Baillier

7k, 4/4, Johnlock, Angst, HIV, Post Series 4, Rosie Watson, Illness, Hurt/Comfort

Every morning, he lets out a rattled breath of relief because John doesn't know yet; he can still pretend everything hasn't changed.

*Watch with Glittering Eyes - OldestSnake

2k, 3/3, Johnlock, Wicca, Trans Sherlock, Really nice and good

First came the thistle, pots and pots of it around his door and windows, to remind him to stay strong. Then coltsfoot and ivy on his tables, counters and even the few chairs that Mycroft had somehow snuck in before Sherlock moved in. Finally, he filled his bedroom with daisies, lavender, marjoram, marigolds, and more to fill his infrequent dreams with hope, strength and to remind him of the simplicity of the days he spent on the creekside during his youth.

Guys, never let me take this long to update again. There are so many fics, here and in PART TWO, which I had to make, bc I was going insane... anyways, enjoy this set, I'll be back soon with the rest :)

#this is insane #but then again I am not very sane #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #john watson #sheriarty #jim moriarty #molly hooper #mycroft holmes #sherlock fic rec #amy's fic rec

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iamsherlocked1479 · 1 year

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Chapter 8

The smell of gunpowder was sharp and sour, its scent filled your nostrils as you opened your tightened eyes to see you were still alive. Your shoes slipped in the gooey ruby red blood trailing ever so close to surrounding your chair, you followed the stream with your eyes eventually locking on the open cold eyes of your captor’s dead smile still gleaming at you. You took a moment before looking at Sherlock, his shoulders rising with every breath he took.

“Y/n it’s okay you're safe now.” John stepped over the body and began un-tying your wrists. You didn’t say anything, you were trying to make sense of what the hell just happened, he found you.

You watched him stare at the body, you hadn’t seen this side of Sherlock, he was confused and almost looked scared.

“I don’t understand, why would he kill himself?” he said, pushing the body with his foot.

“That doesn’t matter now, I called the police. They should be here to meet us any second, let's just focus on getter y/n out of here, she’s got a pretty nasty mark on her head.” John helped you out of your seat and the pair led you outside where Greg and an army of police and medics were waiting for you outside.

You were ushered to an ambulance and wrapped in a blanket, the medic spent time fussing over your head, but at this point you didn’t notice it.

“He didn’t save me.” you muttered to yourself. As strange as it was, the only person you should be thanking is Moriarty, he was the one who dealt the final blow.

“Can you give me a detailed description of what happened?” Sherlock stood over you, his eyes locked on your own. He needed answers, he needed them now.

“Leave her alone, she’s in shock.” Greg pulled Sherlock away but his lecture was interrupted by a cautiously approaching detective.

“Sir” he paused

“Go on, spit it out!” Sherlock interrupted, the detective looked at Greg confused.

“Ignore him, what's the problem?” he sighed

“It’s gone.”

“What's gone?” Greg stood perplexed

“The body sir, it's gone.”

“I don't understand, you said he shot himself?” Greg turned to Sherlock who lit up

“Yes! I knew it, he wouldn’t just kill himself like that.” he clapped his hands together in delight

“So all that was for nothing, to confuse you for twenty minutes?” you added stopping Sherlocks celebration

“You’re mad at me?”

“Of course I am, you could have just shot him. But you didn't, what the hell! Is everyone I know a psychopath?”

“Actually it's high functioning sociopath, but yes one way or another.”

“I don’t believe you. Can someone just take me home?” You stand up leaving the blanket on the pavement.

“Y/n wait, you’re in shock clearly.” Sherlock followed behind trying to place the blanket around your shoulders, you turn and stop him in his tracks with a harsh slap across his face. His hand covered the flaming area as he watched you walk away looking for a ride home. “Maybe I deserved that.” he muttered to himself.

……………………………………………………………

John helped you find a way home, accompanying you in a police car and making you a cup of tea while you listened to your aunt's cries on how much she missed you.

“He doesn’t mean to upset you.” John sat besides you refilling your cup.

“Doesn’t always seem that way.” you say rolling your eyes to Mary who sat across from you.

“What John is trying to say is, Sherlock doesn't understand the way he feels about you. And we all know how much he enjoys his cases.”

“What do you mean the way he feels about me, he doesn't care about anyone.”

“Y/n we saw the video of you two, he has to have some form of emotion towards you, even Irene Adler couldn’t accomplish that.” John added

“Irene Adler had to flee the country, I'm sure she would have. And the video, that reminds me.” you got up dragging a chair behind you. You placed the chair down and used it to pull the camera down from the ceiling.

“What a creep.” Mary stated

“Believe me it gets worse.” you went around the apartment removing all the cameras Moriarty managed to hide from you. It felt good finally doing something about the situation, his body was gone which meant he would absolutely come after you again, to flirt or to finish the job. You didn’t want either of those things.

Finally you made it to your room, everything was the same apart from your laptop. “Shit shit shit!” your laptop was destroyed in the explosion, your writing, your work are all gone. Then you remembered university, the paper was due yesterday. Surely the fact that you were kidnapped was a good enough excuse and now it was the end of term,you had two weeks of waiting before you could find out if you were still somehow able to go. But after both drugs incidents you didn’t think the university board liked you very much. You stared at your room. It was exactly the same, Mycroft had left it for a change. You saw the tip of your bridesmaid dress poking through the gap of your closet, the wedding was in twelve days and you’d barely prepared yourself to put the outfit together, the dress was chosen for you but everything else? Well that was a mystery. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Y/n can I come in?” Sherlocks deep voice rattled your ears, he knocked he never usually did.

“I don’t want to be around you right now, I don’t need the sarcasm.” you spat back

“What sarcasm?” he asked confused

“Go away sherlock.”

“Nevermind, I'm not going. If you wont open the door i’ll just say it” Sherlock stood behind the door his face close to the door ensuring every word could be heard, he shuffled at his feet clutching the portion of chips he bought close to his chest. He was nervous, he couldn’t explain the feeling it was new to him, his stomach was knotted and his brow was sweaty. “I don’t have girlfriends and I certainly don't have physical relationships with people. I think the very idea of committing to a person's mind, body and if it exists soul, i don’t like the fact someone is constantly relying on you or wanting to be around you, the very thought of it repulses me. But then I met you and I agree yes at first that opinion still stood. I failed to connect the logic of a relationship to the reason, until I met you. I would say this goes against all my morals but I have very few of them, but to me if I had a relationship with someone I’d consider it a crime almost. It was the one thing me and my gastly brother could agree on, but then I never thought about a relationship with you, it's a crime I know but it’s my favourite crime” his mouth was dry he gulped waiting for your reply but nothing, he bowed his head and sighed heavily “I’m sorry for what I did, maybe I- maybe I was wrong. I should’ve protected you when I had the chance too” The door handle clicked as it turned and opened slowly revealing your warm glossy eyes staring at his how, you were sure but you might have even seen tears beginning to form at the corners of his.

“Do you really mean it?” you smile

“Every word.” those words where all you needed to hear your eyes moved from his to his lips, you moved in closer but he just grabbed you and pulled you in for a desperate kiss.

His hands ran through your hair, dropping the chips he had bought for you. It was at this moment you felt safe, you had imagined it so many times in your head but it never felt like this. And that's when it ended, his arms no longer felt safe, they felt dangerous, caring for him had already cost so much, your education, your future and nearly your life. You pulled away breaking his grasp,

“What's wrong?” he asked his pupils dilated at the sight of your fear

“I can’t do this.” you say gripping your arm

“Do what? What's wrong?” he came closer trying to hold you again but you stepped away

“Think logically Sherlock, this isn’t safe. Look at who you are and look at your enemies, people get hurt not just me but what if it was John or Mrs Hudson. Moriarty knows he can get into your head. I know it's selfish but us being together is dangerous for you and for the people we love.” Sherlock went quiet for a moment, he was deducing his options, he had to make human decisions,

“I can stop him, I’ll find him.”

“You were looking for him for over a year, Moriarty can only be found when he wants to be. We both know that.”

“You’re right, this an irrational decision, Mycroft is right I can't deal with these kinds of emotions. I’m too smart, here.” he handed you the chips, brushing off his jacket and headed downstairs.

The rest of the night was quiet, only filled with the sounds of Sherlocks soft tune, he played for hours, thinking. Mycroft is right, ordinary people make stupid decisions and Sherlock wasn’t ordinary. He was a high functioning sociopath, and he liked it.

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A/N: horray fnally past the parts i was struggling with uploads should be a bit more frequant now! really hope you're enjoyng ths as much as i do! as always enjoy and luv you all <3

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kettykika78 · 10 months

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KettyKika78 fic - after the sex - cap 1

notes: With ao3 down, I decided to post here my only -for now- online fic. It's 3 chapters, about 1200 words, nothing explicit, POV First Person, Idiots in Love, Missing Scene, Sherlock in Denial, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, Damn Mycroft, Episode: s03e02 The Sign of Three, Second Time, 221B FicletPost-Canon, John Watson Has Feelings, we don't see the sex, we see the aftermath, It can be read as Canon compliant. Angst, happy ending. The beta work was done by the fabulous alto_mumma, and totallysilvergirl was my soul support.

After the Sex. _ by KettyKika78

Chapter 1.

No. It wasn't the sex that changed me. Us. One might think that overcoming the obstacle of intimacy between two people is like turning on a switch. But there are many ways to ignore what happened in retrospect. I can make myself delete things, overwrite, replace the actors of the moments I've lived.

The term Mind Palace can deceive those who have never used mnemonic techniques. For a simple mind, it is easy to imagine vaults in the corridors of a luxurious villa, or a filing cabinet to consult an ethereal library. But for me, these are familiar places, people, sensory stimuli that have the role of driving the simulations of actions. Thanks to data that functions as fuel, my mind is like a racing engine.

My mind has always been my main resource, my pride, my damnation. Since I was a child I have recognized how this was the element of distinction between me and everyone else. Except Mycroft, damn it. No, don't put parents in the equation. Mycroft's mind has always surpassed me, because he has always been able to handle any problem related to the goldfish he was dealing with, and has always enjoyed managing anyone's relationships. He can predict people's behavior and outcomes way better than me, such that his capacity to manipulate is at top level, Demiurg like. Following Mycroft's method of walking the world was not for me, but the basic concept has helped me since I was a child. Caring was not an advantage. And Redbeard's case was a painful reminder for me. Yes, I asked Mycroft to tell me that word whenever I would come near to a sentimental disaster. I suppose he could use it during the wedding day. Damn him!

But no, I wouldn't delete that heated intercourse during the stag night. After our dancing lessons, that was the moment I felt his undeniable affection for me on my skin. I cannot delete it. His mouth on my skin, his taste, all blurred and heated, still so intense, heart shattering, something I had never felt before. I will treasure it.

I denied to him the meaning of that night.

“Who could be better to do it with than your best friend? I'm here to help you. You can trust me, I would not spill the tea."

John was somewhat taken aback, because his ever expressing handsome face suddenly went blank. I cannot – I would not – let myself be ruled by sentiments.

This is who I am. Sherlock Holmes: High Functioning Sociopath. I made myself! Alone is what I am. Readbeard’s loss teaches me my weakness. I'm too vulnerable, too sensitive when I lose my armour.

So, it will be. The case of Watson's wedding will be over soon, I just need to wait until that hideous notion of a sex holiday will finish so we will be finally ok. The two of us against the rest of the world, like before. Well, except the flatmates bit.

I want to have a happy blogger by my side, so I choose to believe her.

“Yes, it will be fine.

Sure John.

Fine.” End Chapter 1.

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adrianalinepizza · 1 year

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We All Fall Down (II)

Part 1 Title : We All Fall Down

Warning: reader likes Sherlock, Sherlock likes reader's company, concern, ignorant Sherlock, frustrated/burdened reader, minor grammatical errors, part 3 upcoming,uselessly extended parts with irrelevant information 🤷‍♀️

Genre: one-shot(not a one shot),AU,imagine,

Pairing: Sherlock x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n is juggling alot of things at once physically and mentally and her vision wasn't making it any better as she TRIES to tell Sherlock about it.

A/N: Halo!! This part may seem slightly similar to the first as I was going through a major writer's block. Apparently, the story won't fit in two parts so well, more parts to come I guess. Love y'all!💕

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After "interrogating" Sherlock, your mind was set that he'd go insane when your vision comes true. A slight terror had settled deep within you.

As for Sherlock, he'd noticed how you would zone out and not even acknowledge his presence anymore. It bothered him. Even though he would never actually show it, he simply enjoyed your existence in his flat. The way you would roll your eyes at another impressive deduction he'd make or proceed to smile even when his remarks were harsher than he actually intended it to be. At some point, he stopped deducing you... He felt guilty invading your privacy. But he was the high-functioning sociopath, wasn't he? How could he let you do this to him... It was all a mystery. A mystery that would unveil itself; not instantly but soon enough...

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With a deep sigh, you snapped your book shut as the mumbling in your head began to increase. Everyday you asked yourself if it was wise enough to not tell anyone about your vision, however you'd dismiss the thought as soon as it came.

You came out of the shower and stared at your reflection in the mirror. The staring seemed to have helped as you eventually realised the intensity of the situation and made up your mind to finally tell Sherlock about it. Grabbing a pair of bell bottoms and an aqua turtle neck, you opened the door of your flat and hurried upstairs to 221B. Maybe it was due to your loud steps that before you could knock, the door flung open revealing the curly haired detective. You stood there with a puzzled air as he passed by you and hurried down the stairs, too engrossed on his phone to notice anything. Throwing your arms above your head, you followed him outside the flat. "Sherlock there's something i'd like to... Can you please not text standing in the middle of the road!" Wait. What. Oh my god, he's standing in the MIDDLE of the ROAD! TEXTING! You yanked his arm, pulling him towards the other side. It was clear that this took him by surprise as he lifted his head up from the phone and surveyed his surroundings before meeting your stern gaze. You shake your head. "Listen to what I'm about to say very carefully... I know it's going to sound strange but-" Interrupted yet again. Sherlock puts his palm in front of your face to prevent you from speaking as he proceeds to do the honours instead. "Y/N, whatever this is, I'm sure that it can wait...for I have much more crucial things at hand." Before you could protest, he continued again, "wonderful, I knew you'd agree" he gave a brief "smile" and with that he dramatically twirled and went on his way... Again.

This was a bad BAD idea. The more you thought, the more complicated it became. How in the world were you going to tell him?!

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A/N: Alrightyy! I'll try my best to make part 3 more interesting! Thank youu! 😘　

"wonderful, I knew you'd agree."

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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A Clash of Kings - 41 TYRION IX (pages 531-545)

After seeing off Princess Myrcella, Joffrey once again makes a mildly shitty situation incredibly bad by inciting a riot in King's Landing to devastating consequences.

"I do, my lord. We are to follow the coast, staying always in sight of land until we reach Crackclaw Point. From there we are to strike out across the narrow sea for Braavos. On no account are we to sail within sight of Dragonstone."

Wait, but... Crackclaw is north of Dragonstone? And aren't you taking her to Dorne? why go so far out of your wayyyyy, oh, I get it, it's the misdirect, they'll be expecting you to hug the coastline south, so going north around Dragonstone and over to Braavos will be so unexpected... as long as there's no scouts watching the seas along the coastline between King's Landing and Crackclaw.

He was sending Arys Oakheart as her sword shield, and had engaged the Braavosi to bring her the rest of the way to Sunspear.

Wait, isn't Arys the one who was the least trash to Sansa? *flips back several chapters* yep! so not getting killed or betraying her, just being reassigned to a new post.

Prince Tommen sobbed. "You mew like a suckling babe," his brother hissed at him. "Princes aren't supposed to cry." "Prince Aemon the Dragonknight cried the day Princess Naerys wed his brother Aegon," Sansa Stark said, "and the twins Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk died with tears on their cheeks after each had given the other a mortal wound." "Be quiet or I'll have Ser Meryn give you a mortal wound," Joffrey told his betrothed.

A good effort, unfortunately her opponent is a psychopath.

No but, just wanna drag the tv series for a second. In the tv series, Sansa says "I've seen you cry" because D&D thinks it's a smart idea to have her jab Joffrey, total girlboss moment, which is actually an incredibly dangerous thing for Sansa to do, given that she's trapped in an abusive relationship with and actual psychopath* who could take any slight, real or perceived as an excuse to have her brutalized.

This version, the book version, Sansa is attempting to defend Tommen as well, but she's not doing it by attacking Joffrey, or giving him overt reasons to become defensive, she's doing it by making comparisons to legendary figures who no one would doubt are manly and heroic. Instead of "you are also guilty of this worst thing ever" it's "here's precedent to prove it's not the worst thing ever."

*Before anyone breaks out the "i'm a high functioning sociopath" quote, (because this is tumblr and we might never be free of that abomination) the primary difference between Psychopathy and Sociopathy is a moral compass, Psychopaths genuinely don't understand what they're doing is wrong, Sociopaths technically do, but rationalise their actions into justified. Both lack empathy, and while Joffrey does display the more anger prone behaviours associated with sociopathy, I really don't think he understands that his behaviour is morally wrong on any level, which is why I am classifying him as a psychopath.

Although given the way this fandom is re: personality or mental health disorders, maybe we should ignore both personality labels and refer to Joffrey's personality type as "Abusive Asshole Extreme"

wait. shit... is this the bread riots chapter?

"I want him!" Joffrey pointed at the roof. "He was up there! Dog, cut through them and bring-"

Well that escalated quickly. Oh but damn this is a mess. Really not surprised the people were so quick to simp for the Tyrells if they brought food with them.

"Traitors," Joffrey was babbling excitedly, "I'll have all their heads, Ill-" The dwarf slapped is flushed face so hard the crown flew from Joffrey's head. Then he shoved him with both hands and knocked him sprawling. "You blind bloody fool."

I wish more people had Tyrion's immunity to Joffrey's Kingliness. Smackabitch prevents drama, but Tyrion alone just can't apply enough of it.

Ser Boros is craven. I feel like we already knew he was gutless, but just to reiterate. "UwU I'm sorry I can't go out, my easily discarded cloak might get me killed" Man needs a good talking to from Edna Mode, thankfully Tyrion's here to tell him how to solve this simple problem!

...omg! someone let Cersei have a braincell? that was so nice of them!

yay! Sandor plays hero and saves Sansa! and her horse!

Oh now the city's on fire. fantastic (sarcasm)

"Our place is beside the king," Ser Meryn said, complacent. Cersei reared up like a viper. "Your place is where my brother says it is.," she spit. "The Hand speaks with the king's own voice, and disobedience is treason." Boros and Meryn exchanged a look. "Should we wear our cloaks, Your Grace?" Ser Boros asked. "Go naked for all I care. It might remind the mob that you're men. They're like to have forgotten after having seen the way you behaved out there in the street." Tyrion let his sister rage.

The enemy of my enemy... is not my friend but i will cheer for her on this occasion. get wrecked Boros and Meryn!

In light of the fates of the High Septon, Ser Preston, Ser Aron Santagar, and Lollys, I feel like I need to say something that's going to disgust a lot of people.

Bullshit. Bull. Fucking. Shit.

These people are starving. They are starving enough to rip a body apart. They are starving and instead of eating corpses or horses, because surely some of the horses were left behind, they had a 50 man gang rape and left the meat rotting on the ground?

Desperately starving and instead of killing and eating the horses of the men they've already killed, or the bodies of the men they've already killed, or chasing after the king who they blame, they prioritized raping a young woman?

fucking bullshit.

If you're starving enough to riot and rip a man apart, commit to the bit and fucking eat him!

sorry, this is a long running issue for me, and a conversation I've had with some folks before about the running theme of "Bandits are all slave trading rapists because rape is the greatest threat a woman can face it's the only stakes a woman can face" becoming way too prevalent in series where a woman needs rescuing by a male lead to show off how awesome he is, there's just, too much overt threat of sexual assault in some genres, like calm your farm, "rapist" is not the inherent state of men, and bandits often come about due to famine and poverty induced by harsh government rule, and cannibalism is right there and also freaking terrifying as a horrible impending fate!

Anyway, moving on.

"I do not trust the men I have now. (...) There are good men and loyal among the new recruits, but also more brutes, sots, cravens, and traitors than you'd care to know. (...) If it comes to battle, they'll not hold, I fear." "I never expected them to," said Tyrion. "Once our walls are breached, we are lost, I've known that from the start."

damn that's bleak.

"- I beg you both, take heart." "Whose?"

ha!

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The High-functioning Sociopath

Because of the way Jaehaerys Targaryen was raised and who had a hand in raising him. Jaehearys was educated by the best maesters and septons. Alicent worked hard to keep her hooks in Jaehaerys to keep him from becoming like his father. While his father had hands in what haunts Jaehaerys the most.

Note: Liberties taken so it's not fully 1 to 1

Superior Intelligence: Jaehaerys is very smart, it's quiet intelligence. He's good with numbers, figures, and battle plans. Jaehaerys learned a lot about war from his uncles and he learned even more from the actual battle himself. He and Aemond were effective in their burning of the Riverlands because of plans drawn up by Jaehaerys. Jaehaerys protected King's Landing during Aemond's regency while his own father healed. The last year of the war and the first year of the new seven kingdoms.

Jaehaerys is good at socializing and making deals.. There is something to be said about his talent with people from Essos.

Calculating Behaviors: Jaehaerys is extremely driven, determined, and his ambitions or endless. He knows what he wants and how to get it. He is purposeful in his actions. Rarely can one say Jaehaerys doesn't know what he's doing or saying. There's a chance he's practiced this conversation before having it.

Lack of empathy: The clearest depiction of Jaehearys' lack of empathy is his feelings about his actions in the war. He does not understand the emotions of other people and therefore has no appreciation for the consequences of his actions. He doesn't feel a sense of guilt or shame for the war. He believes the war is war and now it's over. The fact he has slaves working on building projects means even less. Jaehaerys doesn't think about the fallout from what he plans to do next, he just does.

High impulsivity: Jaehaerys isn't highly impulsive, not as much as when he was younger. The impulsivity is still there, he will so do and think later. Some times this results in things like carrying out sentences in Flea Bottom to him deciding to leave for Essos in the night.

Relationships

Jaehaerys' wife was sheltered, causing her to be attached to him.. And then she had Aenar who she focused on during Jaehaerys' time in the Starry Sept.

His son, Aenar Targaryen, was important to him even if Jaehaerys had a hard time understanding the boy. When he died, it was a painful experience he has pushed away. He doesn't speak about him and often ignores when others bring him up.

Jaehaerys loves his family. He loves them greatly. Until he doesn't.

Love

Completely incapable of love. The affection or love he holds for family is something he is supposed to feel, so he does. His love is conditional, which love should not be. There is a difference between setting limits and boundaries versus condition. Jaehaerys can stop loving you. And if he feels that you're tempting his control, he will play on your insecurities. Are you afraid of being alone? Jaehaerys will take every opportunity to remind you that without him you are alone. Are you afraid of death? The stranger will haunt your every day.

Awareness

Jaehaerys has a self-awareness that something isn't right, it feeds into a very present paranoia that leads him to think maybe he's wrong. Maybe everything is wrong. Then why does he feel himself crumble and why does he see himself as a boy if nothing is wrong? Why is it when he walks through the Red Keep he feels himself in a pit of deep despair? Why does he hear the laughter from the dead?

Final Note: Jaehaerys POV

"The conflict of the Dance of Dragons was inherited from mothers, grandmothers, grandsires, and fathers. Uncles and sycophants. It was simple. Surrender your false claim or go to war. And we all kitted up for war and in the end you all won. You gained your freedoms and independence and in that freedom and independence, you align yourselves in the light of green or black. It is a farce. Truly. The dragons are dead. Carry on. Move around. Jog on. Or don't. Move through me, give it your best shot. Otherwise, you are a woman sat in knitting circles drinking wine and eating cake as you decry your misfortune. Pity me, they say as they run through the streets with roasted chickens under their arms, for I have no bread."

#Let no man think that the fire of the Targaryens did not burn in his veins; studies of the dragon

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teacupcollector · 3 years

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A Little More Than a Lovers Quarrel (Sherlock x Reader)

Summary: When Sherlocks case seems to be more then he can chew he takes it out on (Y/N). Things have been said that may not ever be forgiven and Sherlock doesn’t seem the least bit remorseful.

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Anon Requested: Number 8 from the Angst prompt list

You never thought you would find love in London. It was such a big city you were sure you were going to be overlooked. You always dreamt of maybe meeting someone at a farmers market out in the country, or maybe on a walk through the country side. Not suddenly being thrust into a crime investigation. Meeting the infamous Sherlock Holmes was another dream of yours you could say. You heard of this man and his brilliant mind and have been intrigued ever since.

Though this happened a few years ago you still find more and more things to admire/learn about him. You learned that he played his violin whenever he was stressed or needed to work through something. You learned that he had a brother that he seemed to always be annoyed with. The last and very important thing you learned that he was and you quote “A high functioning sociopath.” People always wondered how anyone could possibly love a sociopath? Because by someones ignorant definition they couldn’t love anybody. You knew this to be very wrong. Yes he lacked certain traits that would make someone seem “normal” whatever normal was now these days. You knew he loved you. You were sure of it. You had to be at least. You don’t know what lead you here though. In recent days things have been tense. You made sure to give him his space unless he requested you specifically. But that mainly consisted of you making him tea and/or biscuits. People may find this weird considering it’s Sherlock but you found this behavior quite odd. In your few years of dating him he had a certain routine. He would get up in the morning before you, He would shower and brush his teeth, He would walk around in his robe and watch the “not accurate at all” television or read through cases either his brother Mycroft or his police friend Lestrade had given him. After all that this is where you would normally wake up. He would greet you with a wave of a hand, nod, or some other gesture so you know he acknowledged your presence. There was always the rare occasion that he would bring you into a stiff embrace and kiss your forehead and mumble a “Good Morning” but now he is acting completely off in your mind. He wouldn’t acknowledge you at all which yes that occasionally happened but not days on end... This all started when he had gotten a case delivered to him by his brother himself. You happened to walk in on the meeting as you came back with groceries. They both looked at you in surprise. Like you had three heads or something. You greeted the both of them of course and headed to the kitchen to unpack the groceries. Their voice were now reduced to harsh whispers but you knew better to listen in on their conversations because you knew Sherlock would tell you eventually. That was the first red flag because after Mycroft left with Sherlock harshly escorting him out and a slam of the door he hasn’t been the same. Now when you entered the room or try to get his attention you would get a harsh glare. When you wanted some form of affection -which was mainly hand holding- he would pull away or shrug it off. The recent incident was the worst though. This was the first time he had shouted at you and not the type of “I’m calling you from the other room” or “You are in imminent danger” kind of shout. This was an “In your face screaming my head off.” and it all began when you spilled a cup of tea. It was currently mid-morning on a nice late autumn-early winter day. There was a slight fog on the windows when you woke up showing the tempter of the outside. You could hear Sherlock play his violin which could be a good or bad sign. It was nice to wake up to though. You removed yourself from the comfort of the warm bed and stood up. Your night clothes did the bare minimum to keep you warm so you moved to the other side of the bed toward the bedroom door and retrieved one of Sherlock's robes. Though that also did little to shield you from the cold it smelled like him and that was all you needed to warm you up. You walk into the kitchen to see Sherlock’s back facing you as he stares out the window. You decide to keep quiet and make some tea for the both of you to enjoy. You turn to the left into the kitchen and begin preparing some tea in silence. You make sure to make his just the way he likes it. You poor the tea in his designated cup as well as yours in your own and begin walking into the living room heading toward the coffee table. You look up from the tray to see that the wall behind the couch has new case he must be working on. As you are announcing your presence to Sherlock your foot gets caught on the carpet and you trip. This causes you to fall with your head narrowly missing the coffee table. Yet that isn’t the worst part. When you fell the jerking of your body falling forward caused the two tea cups to fly off the tray. The cups crash against the couch spraying both the couch and some of the case work. You land with a whimper and a thud. The crash of everything caused Sherlock to pause abruptly mid-note. As you look down at yourself you can see that your elbows have really bad rug burn. It is eerily silent for a moment. You look over at Sherlock and say “Can you get me so-” “You ruined it...” Sherlock says staring at the wall. You look back and see the tea stains on the pictures, paperwork, maps, and a few of the evidence bags. “Oh Sherlock... I am so sorry!” You exclaim. “You ruined it! Do you have any idea how long it took me to acquire this information!” He snaps. This causes you to flinch slightly. “Sherlock I didn’t mean to.” You say trying to reason with him. “Of course you didn’t mean to! You are so simple minded!” Sherlock says walking over to the wall after placing his violin and bow on his chair. “Sherlock what on Earth has gotten into you?” You ask calmly. “Nothing! Nothing has gotten into me and that is the problem!” He says as he looks through the mess to see that the words on the papers as well as the pictures were soiled. “She-” “This case has been very difficult no thanks to you!” He says as he rushes to get some paper towels to dab on his work. “What do you mean?” “You have been no help at all! You have just been lounging around! No help! You are no help!” You can tell that his temper is getting the best of him. “Sherlock how can I help if you don’t tell me anything?” You ask walking up to him. “You were supp-” “I can’t do anything to help Sherlock! I’m not a mind reader.” You say your voice rising ever so slightly. This seems to set him off as he suddenly starts going on a tangent. “You should have known (Y/N)! All you do is lay around all day and do nothing!” He says trying his best to dab the paper only for it to tear. This causes him to snarl. “The least you can do is be observant!” He says.

You try to cut in but he continues. “And God you are so lazy! You do absolutely nothing!” He says throwing the wet paper towel down and turning to you. “You borrow my clothes without permission! You are constantly nagging at me!” He runs a hand through his hair trying to cool off but nothing seems to work. “You are always begging and begging for attention! You don’t understand that not everything is about you!” He says as he begins to pace. This gives you enough time to get a few words in. “How can you say I’m lazy! You’re the one who does most of the lounging in my opinion!” You exclaim. “I buy groceries all the time! I clean, I cook, and don’t even get a ‘Thank you’ for it!” You say as tears begin to fill your eyes. “And whose card do you use to get that stuff (Y/N)?” He asks seemingly condescending. “I use my bloody card! So don’t you dare say that I mooch off of you!” You says walking in front of him as he is pacing. This causes you to stop abruptly. “As for nagging and “begging” for attention. You know that is a complete lie!” You says crossing your arms wincing as your arms rubs against each other. “I just was some attention and you haven’t given me any! It is as if I’m a ghost here.” “Well I don’t ask you to be here and do this stuff for me!” He says. His glare cutting through you it seems. “You don’t have to because that is what a partner does! They do it because they love each other!” You says tossing your hands in the air in anger. “And what do you know of love?” He asks with a raised brow. You look at him confused. “What?” “What do you know of this love (Y/N)?” He spits your name with venom. “I-” “Because you don’t know! Even I don’t know!” He shouts turning away from you pacing to the far window. “What do yo-” He continues to stare out the window. “Love is just a chemical imbalance in the brain! You are just to incompetent to realize that yet!” He growls. “I know that it is an emotion I feel for you Sherlock!” You say striding up to him. “I know I love you!” “Well I don’t love you!” He screams turning and leaning toward your face. You close your eyes at the magnitude of his voice. “W-what?” You ask. “I can’t believe you couldn’t see it from the start.” He grumbles and turns away. “What do you mean Sherlock!” You demand. “My God (Y/N) I am a sociopath! I don’t feel love!” He says gesturing to himself. “You know that isn’t true Sherlock! I know you feel something for me!” You say as a lone tear rolls down your cheek. “Even if it isn’t love I know you feel something!” You say grabbing onto his hand and pulling it to your chest. “You hav-” “You don’t get it do you?” He asks but it sounds more like a statement. “I have never loved you! I have never felt any sort of happy emotion toward you!” He shouts ripping his hand from your grasp. “You... You don’t mean that...” You say in disbelief. “All you were was some annoying experiment that I couldn’t get rid of. It was never meant to go this far.” He says pushing past you. “You’re wrong! You love me Sherlock I know you do!” You cry as more and more tears collect in your eyes and run down your cheek. “Sentiment is weakness (Y/N) and it is making you delusional! I never loved you! I never cared about you!” He shouts. You step toward him but he only continues. “All you have ever been was thorn in my side that I could never dig out!” He shouts. At this point you were in tears. “I don’t even know why I was ever with you in the first place! You were just to stupid to see that this was a failing experiment in the making!” This causes you to sob. “It wasn’t! I lo-” “I have told you before I don’t love you! I never have and I never will!” He says storming up to you. “It was fun in the beginning to see what makes love so special but there is nothing special about it!” He shouts tossing his hands in the air. “It is just a chemical imbalance in the brain that people like you are so stupid enough to believe it is something more then that!” He hisses and all you can do is whimper a small “Stop” “You are so stupid to believe that I was ever capable of loving someone like you! You’re Ju-” “Enough!” You shout. Your voice travels through the entire apartment. “I-I’ve heard enough!” You say rushing past him toward the door to the landing. Only your sobs can be heard as you rush down the stairs and out the door of the apartment. The door slams shut and Sherlock is left with and uncomfortable silence.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock x reader #mean sherlock #angst writing prompts #angst #more angst #angst with a sad ending #gender neutral fanfic #gn reader #sherlock angst #tea writes requests

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 3 years

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A lot of people say Gojo is a narcissist, faking being annoying, or incapable of feeling emotions/pretending he has emotions- it's really an incredible misinterpretation of his character to call him a sociopath/psychopath when he's actually just an ENTP. He's the most ENTP ENTP any ENTP has ever seen.

Just a little info: people with the ENTP personality type are extremely charismatic. They are often the center of attention with their quick wit and on point humour. You can see this with Gojo's antics and in your face behavior. However, ENTPs lack emotional sensitivity and are not afraid of expressing their disdain for topics such as tradition, which they discard quickly and easily, or any loose ideas they decide to debate on, which can leave people feeling offended or offput. They are Thinkers, with an underdeveloped feeling function (they are enTp not enFp) and are more likely to use logical reasoning when facing circumstances rather than their intuition or senses.

When it comes to friendships, ENTPs often enjoy people who can match their quick-witted nature. They need someone who can hold their ground during arguments and debates against him for mental stimulation. This makes ENTPs effective communicators, but many would find them to be extremely annoying or tiring to be around, especially because they are often unself-aware of how their words affect others. It's their natural tendency to argue and rebel against set ideas, whether it be for attention or to cure their own boredom that they express such so openly. They are confident even while speaking of their natural inclination to discard existing systems in society, leaving many infatuated with an ENTP's way with words. ENTP's just can't stand willful ignorance and tradition. However, many see this as pretentious of them. However, ENTPs don't argue for pleasure- it's simply the truth and they only ever debate ideas based on facts. Many people misunderstand this as egotism. We can see this when Gojo is constantly verbalizing his distate for the higher ups- he may act high and mighty, but his goal is always to prove his point and send a message across, which is that he cannot stand their archaic, inefficient way of handling things and if pushed, he will fight back. It's not him acting superior, he's simply stating fact, even if it offends the other person. As an ENTP, he simply has an undeveloped feeling function that prevents him from understanding his and others' emotions. Therefore, even if others are annoyed at what he has said, it's fine because it's only the truth, right? That explains why when Gojo had to ask his students if they would continue the exchange event even tho people had died, he was so nonchalant. See how him and ENTPs are so similar?

That said, when it comes to emotions, ENTPs are inclined to suppress their feelings. They're not known for their sensitivity no matter how much they understand the other person's position. When put in an emotional situation, despite being able to argue both sides of a topic, they are remarkably bad at putting themselves in other people's shoes. They also often misjudge others' feelings and push situations way past others' tolerance levels. We can tell Gojo is someone that most people cannot understand and vice versa- he was raised as the strongest, with many fearing his very existence. Therefore, he is even less inclined to be able to understand the emotional needs of other people. That is why he doesn't even realize Utahime hates him. He only thinks her bad attitude towards him is a joke (as said in Gege's fanbook. Shiro on Twitter has the translation). Most ENTPs don't even realize they're annoying to other people. They're just being themselves. Most people just struggle to handle such a person. This doesn't make Gojo an emotionless person- rather, he has feelings, but his natural tendency to suppress them in order to find a logical solution rather than put himself in another's shoes- something he's inherently bad at- infringes in his ability to understand other people.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru is not some emotionless psychopath or sociopath who's manipulative and narcissistic. He simply falls under a commonly misunderstood personality type called the ENTP, an mbti personality type. ENTPs only make up 3% of the population, making them one of the rarer personalities, which is why so many people can easily create misconceptions on his character. His enthusiasm and confidence in expressing his beliefs and attitude even if it annoys people is something many people can't stand, yes. He has a hard time understanding other people's emotions because he's more rational than intuitive, sure. But that doesn't make him a bad person. He's just one of a small group people on the planet who are dominated by logical thinking and debate, along with personalities like the INTP (Albert Enstein, for example) and the INTJ (Isaac Newton).

Gojo Satoru is a regular human being just like the rest of us, and he's not some philanderer who manipulates women and would cheat on them. ENTPs definitely struggle with commitment, but that's only because most people can't keep up with their constant need for intellectual stimulation rather than emotional. While they may find people who are incredibly emotionally sensitive to be intriguing at first, those relationships usually end with the ENTP realizing they would rather have an intellectual equal, like the INTP. They want to feel understood. However, the INTP's personality type only makes up for 3-5% of the population, which makes them, like the ENTP, misunderstood and commonly left feeling alone in the world. Similarly, Geto, the person who got the closest to Gojo, has the INTJ personality type, a thinking type that gets along most with the ENTP and only makes up 2% of the population, even less than the ENTP or INTP's rarity. Just from that, the person that would match Gojo's personality type is rare even statistically. Even so, Gojo himself doesn't even have time for sleeping around. The man hardly even sleeps much himself, he's so busy.

Source: a bunch of ENTP articles, threads, experiences, and other people's experiences.

Just wanted to clear that up, got tired of this Gojo slander lol 😖 Thanks for reading! Would love to hear any thoughts on this 💙 - 🤔 anon

OH MY GOLLY MOLLY 🤔 anon you are out educating the people YES YES I ABSOLUTELY AGREE wow reading this was such a learning experience yeet the people who think gojo is a psychopath. Gojo is just a really complex character and its understandable that some people don't understand trust me even I have my moments when writing when I struggle to keep him in character. I want to explore more sides to him yes the happy bubbly gojo but also the more emotionally oppressed gojo and other sides to him. I definitely agree he drives on logical thinking the dude literally wanted to have a debate on the separation of the state for fun. I am absolutely loving this and yes I am so tired of the gojo slander people don't judge a book by its cover 😤 that goes for other characters as well ☝️ really sorry for the late reply I LOVE YOU 🤔 ANON thank you so much for taking the time to explain 💙💙💙 virtual hugs 💗

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 3 years

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Trying To Tie A Tie

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader (BBC)

Warnings: None.

Summary: You were meant to be at the wedding venue for John but you were stuck in 221B waiting for Sherlock to get dressed.

A/n: Just dusting off some of my archived works x

“Sherlock!” You called from the living room of 221B, “John’s getting impatient. He’s texted me three times. Will you hurry up?”

Sherlock was still in his room getting dressed. Honestly, it was almost as if he was trying to put on a wedding gown with the time he had been in there. You grew tired of pacing and glancing at the Sherlock’s room door so you decided to spend your time cleaning the obnoxious mess on his desk.

How one man could create such chaos was beyond you! The frustration didn’t come from the dust; in fact, the entire living room was spotless from any airborne particles (Mrs. Hudson must have taken advantage of Sherlock’s absence earlier).

No. You were irritated because, no matter how many times you told Sherlock to put away old files and folders, he never did and it only accumulated until single sheets became stacks. I mean, honestly, how was anyone supposed to find a damn thing under all of it?

You internally ranted at Sherlock’s behaviour while you attempted to sort out the clutter. You had lifted a brown folder and found the skull that usually rested on the mantlepiece. You looked at the mantelpiece and then back at the skull.

Sherlock would never normally remove the object from its place... unless, you remembered that there was once a time when Sherlock would take the skull to cases with him but that had changed when John moved in.

...but now that John was getting married –

No, that’s absurd. Sherlock hadn’t reduced to same level of loneliness as before…had he? You pondered on the thought for a few minutes until you laid your eyes on the violin. Aha! No matter how lonely Sherlock felt he always played the violin and the instrument had moved from the fireplace to the windowsill since your last visit.

Thankfully, Sherlock was not talking to his skull again. You sighed in relief and picked up the human remain, perhaps Mrs Hudson was so immersed in her cleaning that she forgot to put the skull back. You walked to the mantelpiece and put the white cranium in its right place. The last thing you needed was for Sherlock to throw a fuss before the wedding.

Creak!

The familiar sound of Sherlock’s door was heard before, “This is precisely why I told John to avoid wearing a tie!” He grumbled.

You grinned to yourself while sorting through the mail. “Don’t tell me bow-ties are cooler?” When you turned around, Sherlock had stepped out of the room, brows furrowed, trying to fix the cream-coloured satin tie to his shirt while walking in your direction.

“At least bow ties are easier to – oh god!” Sherlock shouted and tugged the tie off angrily.

He could act like such a child that you ditched the mail just to watch Sherlock’s fury - all you were missing was some popcorn.

“You’re a high-functioning sociopath who can stop a terrorist attack from suspicious train activity but you can’t manage a simple tie?” You wondered with a smirk as the man glared daggers at the fabric in his hands.

“Just because you know how to handle this mediocre…” he began but stopped short when he looked up, feeling absolutely breathless at the sight of your look for the wedding.

“What?”

Sherlock cleared his throat and shook his head. “Nothing.” he said far too quickly.

You squinted at the strange behaviour for a few seconds but ignored it as you stepped over to him and took the tie out of his hands. Instantly, you started to tie it around the neck of his shirt and could feel Sherlock’s eyes on you.

“Stop that.” You instructed.

“Stop what?” Sherlock asked.

Your eyes were fixed on the tie as you smiled, “Watching me. It’s throwing me off.”

Sherlock turned away and you had finished only moments later. Taking a step back, you examined Sherlock’s complete attire with a small dusting of the shoulders, “You look good.”

Sherlock gave a curt nod, observing you in return, “You look…” he started and squinted as he thought carefully, “…nice.”

You grinned at the compliment and watched Sherlock pick up his top hat. “Shall we?” he asked and extended his arm which you took willingly. You stepped forward prepared to leave but Sherlock stayed back. When you looked back, you realised that he was staring suspiciously at his table. “Did you clean my...?”

Before he was able to finish the question, you gave a nervous, airy laugh and tugged on his arm to pull him out of the flat, “We can discuss that after John’s big day.”

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victorianpining · 3 years

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So looking back on it, one of the constant themes on BBC Sherlock seems to be this contrast between what is said out loud and what you can actually see based on actions.

Sherlock is said to be a high functioning sociopath, but if you pay attention it’s obvious he’s not. Mycroft says caring isn’t an advantage while testing Sherlock to make sure he’s emotionally okay. John says Sherlock is heartbroken over Irene but admits that Sherlock has acted that way as long as he’s known him, that his only proof that Sherlock’s in love is that he’s ignoring all of Irene’s texts. TRF tries its best to get you to doubt Sherlock when you know that Moriarty’s story can’t be true. Sherlock says he proved Moriarty must be dead when he very much Did Not Do That.

Which before I thought was clever and a way to hint at the bigger thing going on with the show.

Now it’s like, either that was all coincidence and giving them far too much credit... or they REALLY like playing with that contrast...

#in such an extreme way I’m left wondering what the point is #because the only people picking up on that contrast between what they say and what they’ve done are the people most hurt by it ya know?#rebs blogging

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musical-broken-heart · 3 years

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Mental Breakdowns and Hair Cuts

Ships: Henry/Patrick side Reddie and Stenbrough

Age: Bowers=16 Losers=13

TW: Slurs, Panic Attacks, Self Harm, Mental Breakdowns, Abuse

Clenching his fists he fell to the floor sobbing. Holding himself he curled up next to the bathtub slowly his hands found his hair and he tried pulling it out of his scalp.

He needed to die! All he did was hurt people but he couldn't help himself. He needed to get his anger out and he didn't want to talk about it nor did he want to hurt his friends the only people who cared about him.

The past few weeks he had the same nightmare of Patrick going into the sewer and being eaten alive by a monster made of fear itself. That same monster possessed him in his dreams and made him kill Oscar and his friends. He hated his father but he would never think of killing him. He may have been abusive but he was all Henry had after his mother just left. He normally woke up screaming drenched in sweat the vivid image of his friends in the car their necks slit their blood on his hands and Patrick decaying next to him still haunting him.

He was weak. He was a faggot. He needed to die! Death scared him. Thats why he never cut deep. Thats why he mended his own wounds before he could bleed out. Standing up he looked in the mirror seeing his bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face. Grabbing the scissors he started cutting off his mullet. Once he cleaned his new hair cut to look like a professional had done it he looked in the mirror again hoping to see someone new only finding a broken boy staring back at him.

"Henry get up! Get your ass to school!" Oscar yelled. Henry didn't think twice before putting the sweater on and throwing the hood over his head. Running out of the house he walked to Vic's house as normal both waiting for Belch to come to get them.

"I remember watching you cut the hoods off all your sweaters," Victor said not moving his eyes from Henry and the black sweater. "That sweater looks a few sizes too big for you are you sure it's yours?" he asked his blond hair falling over his eye. "Why do you care? I found it in my roo- house!" Henry growled. Victor was a smart kid who could figure anything out if given enough time.

"It's Patricks isn't it?" he asked causing Henry to go red. "Yea he left it at my house I was cold and all my sweaters are cut up so I just borrowed his jacket! Shut up!" Victor smiled and hummed nodding his head. "He may be a sociopath but once he realizes that's his jacket he's gonna get a boner." Vic laughed as Henry started coughing. "Why the fuck would you say that?!" Henry asked leaning over trying to get a breath.

"Get in assholes!" Patrick yelled as Belch drove up. "Where'd you get the jacket?" Belch asked getting the middle finger from Henry. Victor giggled and leaned over whispering like a little girl at a sleepover. Belch smiled and smirked at Henry who blushed harder. Thankfully Patrick ignored the situation. But Belch had to say something. "Hey, Pat what happened to your jacket?" Henry glared at him. "I think I left it at Henry's," Patrick said not bothering to look at his friend. Henry sighed and slouched down in relief.

Patrick looked over realizing Henry was wearing the jacket. It was too big for him causing him to look like a child. Patrick blushed and started to laugh so Victor wouldn't notice. "You look like a drug dealer in my jacket Puppy!" Henry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Whatever Hockstetter!"

Pulling into school the four walked only for Henry to get pulled aside by a teacher. "No hoods in school Henry!"

Groaning Henry took the hood down but refused to meet anyone eyes. "Whoa, your old man finally get sick of the mullet?" Victor joked pulling his friend close patting his back. "Shut up!" Henry growled pushing his friend away. "Hey, Bowers finally cut that fucking mullet? About time!" Richie shouted getting Eddie to shush him. "Shut up faggot! You should really listen to your faggot friends and keep that stupid mouth shut!" Henry yelled. Stan stepped forward and pulled his friend back. "What's your problem asshole?!" Henry chuckled and grabbed Bill. "Your faggot boyfriend and his stupid stutter is my problem! Along with all your faces!" he said pushing Bill ontop of Stan.

Belch and Vic chuckled ready to grab one of the Losers but Henry stopped them going to their lockers. "Where'd Patrick go?'' he asked leaning against his locker. "Don't know he rushed off when you took the hood off. Said he had some school work." Belch said getting Henry and Vic to look at him. "What? OH!" he said realizing what he said. "I'm gonna go look for him," Henry mumbled starting to walk away.

Looking around the hallway someone covered his mouth and pulled him into the bathroom. "Why did you do it? Do you like to torture me Puppy?" Henry sighed and shook the boy off him. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he hissed. Patrick grabbed Henry's wrist and pulled him close curling his fingers under the smaller boys chin lifting his face up. With his other arm, he wrapped it securely around Henry's waist keeping him close. "Don't you seeHoney? I love you!" he whispered bringing their lips together. Henry's eyes widened and tried to pull away but only ended up being pushed against the wall with no hope of escape.

Patrick slowly pulled away and arm still wrapped around Henry to other on the wall next to Henry's head. "Patrick get off of me." Henry tried to yell but ended up sounding defeated. Patrick smiled and started attacking the boy's neck causing him to moan. "You look so hot with short hair," Patrick said starting to run his hand under the sweater causing the leader to squirm and whimper. "Patrick! Stop! You-you, don't know what love is! You're fucking psychotic!" Henry growled once again trying to push his friend off him.

Patrick pulled away looking hurt grabbing Henry's wrists and pinning them above his head. "I'm not a psychopath! I'm a high functioning sociopath. Honey, you should know this." Henry shivered and tried to move his legs but Patrick caught on and pressed his knees against the boy's legs. "I know enough about love to know that the first time I saw you standing with Victor under that pine tree and my heart tried to leave my chest I would die for you. Kill for you!" Patrick whispered in Henry's ear.

Henry bit his lip and looked at the floor. "Pat. You might know what love is but I don't." Patrick sighed and brought his lips to Henry's again this time he stopped. "I don't want to rush you Puppy," he said softly. Henry smiled and connected their lips this time the kiss was sweet and soft. "Should I grow out a mullet?" Henry asked. "Don't! You look like a sweetheart with short hair. You also look really hot in my sweater!" Patrick said getting a chuckle from Henry. "Thanks for forgetting it, Pine Tree. My dad would have killed me. Probably wouldn't compare to last night." Henry said going for another kiss but Patrick pulled away.

"What do you mean compare to last night?" Henry realized his mistake and laughed. "D-did I say that? I meant um. Compare to the abuse some kids get definitely not me?" Henry said quickly. Patrick growled and pulled away from Henry who pulled him back kissing him. "Honey I have to go kill your father. I can't have someone hurting you." Patrick said between kisses. Henry moaned into the kiss his arms around Patrick's neck. "Pat! I can't have him die!" Henry said as Patrick slowly grabbed his legs lifting him up. "Why not Honey? He's hurting you." Patrick said.

"I've had dreams," Henry whispered as Patrick moved to his neck again leaving marks. "Tell me about them," Patrick said. Henry moaned in delight his head falling back. "You die. By a creature made out of fear. It possesses me a-and I kill Vic and Belch and my old man." Henry said. Patrick stopped kissing the boy and held him closely. "Puppy look at me. It's okay. I'm not dead I'm right here." Patrick said holding Henry closely as the leader shook. "You alright honey?" he asked lifting the boys head.

"Pat. What are we?" Henry asked looking to the side. "If you want we could be boyfriends?" Patrick said getting a small nod from Henry. "God I love you!" Patrick said starting to kiss the boy again. Running his hands on his waist he slowly moved down to his thighs getting a small yelp from Henry. "You started cutting again," Patrick said. "I-I never stopped. It helps me get passed, my dads beatings." Henry whimpered. "Puppy promise me you'll stop."

Henry nodded and kissed Patrick again. "Pine Tree I have to get to class!" Henry said pulling away. Patrick grabbed him and wrapped his arms around the boy. "I have to go, darling!" Henry whined kissing him. "Miss one day of classes for me!" Patrick said getting a sigh from the boy. "I can get Belch's keys to the car." Henry groaned.

Patricks POV

A few weeks ago I left my sweater at Henry's. I knew it was in his living room so I went over while his father was out to find the house empty. Walking into Henry's room I found him sleeping and not wanting him to wake up finding me staring at him I looked in his closet quickly. Sighing I turned back to the bed finding his arms wrapped around a blanket. Chuckling I went to leave before looking back seeing it was my jacket I forgot. Blushing I turned around and quickly left.

Getting outside I stood on the porch and ran my hands through my hair. Goddamnit, he was hot! I went home but I couldn't get him out of my mind. Groaning I fell onto my bed burying my face in my pillow. Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince my parents to move.

The next few weeks went by and Henry wore my sweater. It was too big for him causing him to look like a drug dealer. "Whatever Hockstetter!" he growled his face red. Turning my focus back to the window I smiled.

A teacher told him to take off the hood and I didn't think twice about it. Glancing at him I quickly looked at him again. He no longer had a mullet and damnit he was hot! "Uh I-I think I have s-some school work to um to work on." I stammered out to Belch only getting a nod from him as Henry started yelling at Richie and the other Losers.

Quickly walking to the bathroom and leaned against the sink looking in the mirror. My face was a bright shade of red and my eyes dilated. Groaning shook my head trying to get Herny off my mind. He hates fags and finding out his friend was gay for him!

I walked out and saw him looking for me. Grabbing him I pulled him into the bathroom. I don't know what came over me but I confessed. I kissed him! He didn't get mad. "Patrick stop! You-You, don't know what love is! Your fucking psychotic!" he said. I stopped and looked at him. It hurt hearing him say that. Shaking my head he was wrong! I might have been crazy but I still knew that I loved him. I saw tears in his eyes but I couldn't tell if he was sad angry or happy. "You might know what love is. But I don't," he said softly looking to the side.

I don't want to rush him. He's gone through a lot. He smiled softly and kissed me. Starting to make out he chuckled thanking me for leaving the jacket. I knew about his father being cruel but I thought he had stopped the abuse. "I'm going to kill him!" I growled out loud. Henry's eyes widened and he shook his head. "N-no! I need him! You can't kill him!" he said quickly surprising me. I nodded and held him close. "Please Pat!" he said tears starting to roll down his face.

Dreams. He explained how he had nightmares about me dying. A monster eating me in the seers then making him a puppet killing the others. Kissing him I went to lift his legs and he let out a painful groan. "Puppy you started cutting again?" he shook his head. "I-I never stopped," he said looking ashamed. Trying to get to class I stopped him. "Skip one day. For me?" I said kissing his neck. "I can try and get the car keys from Belch."

In the car, he sat on top of me kissing my bare chest while I kept my arms tightly wrapped around his naked torso running my fingers through his now short hair. "You like to bite don't you puppy?" he rolled his eyes and started for my neck leaving more marks. "Mmm stop moving so much!" he mumbled starting to kiss my lips.

Getting a tighter grip on him I like his lips asking for him to open which he did instantly letting me have dominance. "Something wrong Puppy?" I asked. "Just tired," he replied kissing me again. I hummed in response exploring his mouth again with my tongue. Moaning into the kiss I sat up causing him to almost fall off the seat.

"You two better not have had sex in my car!" we heard someone say. Breaking from the kiss Henry whined in protest and glared at Belch who just laughed. "Does this mean I get to sit in front?!" Victor asked joy in his voice. Henry let go of me and grabbed the sweater putting it on and jumped in front. "Keep dreaming Vic!" he said only getting an annoyed groan from the boy.

"You misses the entire day of school and you're saying you didn't have sex?!" Belch asked getting a nod from Henry. Driving to his house he got out and started walking to his door. "Wait! Don't leave just yet." I said watching Henry walk in and close the door. "Pat I'm sure your new boyfriend is fine." Belch said glaring at me. "I'm gonna go get my sweater back anyway," I said getting out of the car walking to the house.

Henry stood still in the entrance of the house shaking visibly. Oscar was walking around shaking his head breathing heavily. "Hey, Pat the door locked?!" Victor yelled I only shook my head getting him and Belch to run over.

"Why the fuck are you like this?! You are a damn mistake and I think it's about time I got rid of you!" Butch yelled slapping his son across the face. "You gotta lot of nerve coming home wearing a faggots sweater! Coming home your hair like that! You are a failer!" he yelled again.

Victor had covered his mouth his eyes wide and Belch looked ready to kill the man. "I thought Henry said the beating stopped?!" Victor whispered. "He lied. He told me they just weren't as bad." I replied trying to figure out how to get in without him getting hurt more by my presents. "Clearly they aren't as good! They seem to be worse! What are you doing just standing out here?! You are his boyfriend!" Belch said also in a quiet tone knowing the gravity of the situation. Opening my mouth I stopped hearing Butch speak again.

"I never should have stopped you from killing yourself!" he growled causing me to snap. I opened the door and ran to Henry grabbing him and pushing him over to Victor who held him. He looked between all of us confused but didn't fight back. "Oh so now the faggot needs some protection, does he?! I'll shoot him right here and not give a shit what happens!" he yelled pulling out a gun pointing it at Henry.

"Butch your drunk!" Belch yelled trying not to start a fight. Glaring he pulled the trigger and Henry let out a scream of pain falling to the floor holding his side which was now bleeding. "You asshole! You shot your own son!" I yelled swinging at him. Stumbling back he held his face and pointed the gun at me and Belch but Victor grabbed it from him pointing it at him. Vic's hands were shaking but he tried to steady them. Butch growled and lifted his hands ready to hit one of us but he didn't.

Henry had his arms wrapped around his father as if trying to stop him, tears rolling down his face. "Please." he sobbed quietly as his father looked at him stunned. "Please no more pain! Just one day without any violence. Please father. I don't want this life anymore so please stop!" he begged his voice only full of sincerity. Butch sighed and turned around to fully face his son who was still bleeding out. "Sometimes. You can be so much like your mother. Which is why I stopped you from killing yourself. You don't have the heart of a killer. Victor!" He said getting the boy to jump.

"Give me my gun! Get the first aid kit in the kitchen. Huggins, Hockstetter! Start getting Henry's things. First thing tomorrow you're moving out." Henry's eyes widened and he smiled hugging his father who stepped back and hesitantly hugged back. "I might as well be a good father once in my life!" he mumbled pulling away and leaving. Victor grabbed henry and pulled off the sweater and shirt and started mending at the gunshot.

"I think I might need to see a doctor," he mumbled glaring at his side. I walked over to him and sighed in relief seeing him smile a little. "Your sweater kinda got a little bloody. Sorry." he laughed. I shrugged and hugged him. "HEY! Stop moving! Patrick! I'm trying to mend his wound and you aren't gonna become a Disney princess and sing away the blood!" Vic hissed getting me to hold my hands up in surrender.

"Henry! What do you want me to pack?!" Belch yelled form the boy's room. Henry looked over his shoulder and slapped Victor away getting a glare from him. "I'm not done patching you up!" he growled getting a shrug from Henry. "NO! I'm going to mean you up then you can walk around then you can sit in a hospital bed!" Victor said grabbing the leader. "Okay mom!" he said rolling his eyes.

"Okay there!" Victor said after a few minutes. Henry shot up and ran to his room. "I NEVER SAID YOU COULD FUCKING RUN AROUND!" Victor yelled after him knowing his friend would ignore him. "You better listen to Victor before he hurts you more," I said holding Henry close to me. "Pine Tree can I stay with you?" he asked kissing my neck. "Yea I suppose you could spend a few nights over at my house." I joked getting him to chuckle a little.

"Thanks, Pine Tree." he smiled. I rolled my eyes and kissed his forehead. "Whatever Puppy."

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mellowchen0813 · 2 years

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Choices (Beelzebub X Qin Shi Huang)

Record of Ragnarök

Beelzebub X Qin Shi Huang

Title: Choices (Part 2 / ??)

Written by: Hastings_Lex (Twitter: @ hastings_lex)

Translated by: Mellow (Twitter: @ mellowchen0813)

Word count: 2783 words

(Mellow: Things start to get hot in here... but still no NSFW)

“This fanfiction is written before Qin make his official appearance in Chapter 55”

Warning: Slight Heteromorphic Play

(Since one of them is a Demon aka Lord of the Flies)

OOC | Bugs | Parasitic description | Some bloody scene | Some misconceptions

Viewer’s Description is Advised

Setting:

I added some sociopath related symptoms into both Beelzebub and Qin’s characteristics. Since Qin hasn’t made his formal appearance in the manga, most of his character was built according to Chinese History.

And in conclusion, as a sociopath myself, I can reasonably suspect that Qin is a crazy man.

If you are interested in finding out what is “High-Functioning Sociopath” is, feel free to do a small research on it, people with this illness couldn’t live long.

Beelzebub was known as the “Lord of the Flies” or “Prince of Demons”,

So, flies, maggots and diseases should be his Legend Noumenon.

(No wonder he appeared as a crazy researcher)

Flies are one of the largest groups of insects and have a huge variety of characteristics. Nonetheless, flies are very sensitive to the scent around them, which is a good tool to find a suitable food source that can be miles away from them.

To make sure the partner is pregnant with his child ONLY, the male fly will put a plug in the female’s body after sexual intercourse, so that no other competitors would be able to breed and pregnant the female fly.

Do you know some of the flies have rather big sperms??

So…hehe

If you are fine with the setting above, enjoy~

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“Nice to meet you, is there anything wish I can fulfil for you?”

Beelzebub came out of the shadow, walked up the steps beneath the gaze of the public, and looked at the teenage boy with his face hidden in the tulle.

The Demon bowed courteously to the teenage boy who was sitting on the throne. He sensed that he was looking at himself.

The teenage boy was rather slender, but at the same time, he was a statuesque brunette, along with a trace of arrogance, looking at himself with a little relish warning in his eyes.

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Like other demons in Hell, even if they showed their vulnerability under the pressure of absolute power, they are still smart, cunning, and bloodthirsty.

The teenage boy at the throne supported himself on the handrail with one hand and looked down at the man in black who was a few steps away from him, the servants, and ministers around stared blankly at the air, as if they had lost their soul.

He never paid any attention to this stranger in black, and time seemed to stagnate, only his heartbeat can be heard in this quietness.

"You're not a human being."

The teenage boy smiled with certitude. The man in front of him was as dark as a shadow. His temperament was calm and nihilistic as if he could blend into the air.

Although his figure is not tall and muscular, the shadow he casts seems to have a real weight that oppresses his nerves. Felt so unreal and depressing, so dangerous yet brings one to be excited and curious.

"Certainly, I’m not."

The Demon smirked; his hellish dark eyes showed a trace of appreciation for the young emperor. Other than the biological instinct of fear that could ignore one’s curiosity and desire, he also sees the unflinching intellect buried beneath. Beelzebub took a few more steps up towards the throne and looked down at the teenage boy sitting on the throne.

"I can smell your ambition. I can fulfil any wish, as long as you agree."

Under that tulle, Beelzebub sensed the faltering and longing from the teenage boy. In an instant, he savoured the teenage boy in front of him: Deep down inside his soul, fear, pain, unwillingness, helplessness, loneliness, and hatred are intertwined together to form into the desire for survival and power, but soon the savoury dissipated into the air, leaving only a trace of an aftertaste for the Demon to savour.

"Every contract has a price. What do you want?" the teenage boy leaned back and looked up at the human-like creature.

"I want your soul when you die."

"Sorry, I don't want to be someone else's puppet after I die."

Most human beings will focus on the benefits in their hands, yet they forget who gave them those benefits.

Beelzebub looked up at the young man in front of him. As a demon, he knew something about Desire, the pleasure of one’s Desire being satisfied is much more addictive than any type of drug, and it is easier for people to lose their mind over the success of any matter. Nonetheless, the teenage boy in front of him could ignore his hints and temptations...

Impressive, yet a little troublesome. Only a handful number of humans could give the great Demon a flat refusal on his suggestion.

The adolescent king looked at the Demon who remained silent, his slender fingers gently tapped the handrail that is sculptured into a golden dragon.

The clattering sound echoed across the hall in a regular pattern. Through the tulle, he could see the man's dark eyes: It seemed to show a touch of blood red, eagerness and madness hidden in the bottom of his eyes, which he finds rather cordial.

All the courtiers, civilians, women, men, servants, mothers, and even his monstrous Zhongfu, all have had such expression in their eyes. The expression of trying to gain advantage out of him, but the "creature" in front of him seem different.

The teenage boy pondered and got up, bypassed the Demon in front of him, walked down the steps and looked at the courtiers standing in place. Then he waved his hand in front of one of the courtiers, his unresponsiveness made the teenage king laugh. With amusement and his experimental nature, he pushed down the courtier in front of him and let him fall onto the courtier behind him. The chain effect is like playing human dominoes.

"Let's change the deal. You fulfil my wish."

The teenage boy looked at the ministers who fell to the ground with satisfaction. Looking straight ahead, stepping onto the trampled courtiers unconsciously like a thread pulling puppet with thread cut off.

"I will give you the souls of those who died in my hands."

The human lifespan is very short. They live in fear and hold reciprocal loathing towards each other, that’s why humans need monsters or heroes. Only in this way can they know unity, but sometimes those two are the same, depending on one’s perspective, and Beelzebub felt like he was looking at one of the two.

The Demon looked at the statuesque brunette in front of him, stepping on the courtiers and walked towards him and stretched out his hand to him. At this moment, the table seemed to have turned. It was unclear who was the real demon now. Beelzebub seemed to see something under that teenage boy’s feet: The endless spread of blood and wail, the strong desire and crazy obsession reminded him of the time when he first degenerated. Beelzebub chooses not to be controlled by Desire but uses this Desire as a driving force and choose the most self-regard result at all costs.

"Are you... trying to ask for a contract that has an unknown result?"

Beelzebub has no reason to refuse such a contract and was rather looking forward to it. He was excited about how this seedling would blossom under his care and guidance, but because he and this teenage boy have so many things in common, he can't be careless. He can feel it: For a split second, the Demon himself who was bewitched by the teenage boy by a whisker.

"If I fail, my soul will be yours. This just means I'm nothing more than that."

With his hands still raised, the teenage boy stood proudly like a flower bathed under the warm sun, exuded refreshing fragrance wantonly, arrogant like thorny roses, cunning like wolves in the deep forests. As if nothing can change its essence even if it is destroyed, it is tough with the ruthlessness of burnt jade.

"My name is Beelzebub, a demon. How can I address you?"

Beelzebub held the young king's hand and watched the young man pull off his tulle: A centipede-like tattoo runs vertically down through his right cheek. It does not appear ferocious. On the contrary, it adds a bit of dangerous wildness to this slightly elegant youthful face, those pair of brightly coloured glaze-like eyes and the beaming smile looked harmless like a puppy.

"Ying Zheng, does this means that you are willing to cooperate with me? Demon?"

"You can say so."

The Demon smiled, bent down, and kissed the back of Ying Zheng’s hand, a trace of black gas burst out from the Demon’s mouth, swirled up along the teenage boy’s arm and submerged into his chest.

"But I do have some conditions."

"What condi-... Mmmnnn! Mmmnnn!"

Before Ying Zheng could finish his sentence, Beelzebub grabbed his hand and pulled the teenage boy fiercely to himself, pinching his jaw. A kiss it is, the Demon licked his forced-opened lips, he looked straight at the teenage boy’s eyes: Just like red-hot glaze, bright but mixed with obvious sparks, anger and panic are shown in full light. The Demon was rather amused. This is how humans should look like.

He manipulated Ying Zheng's hands to be placed behind his back, which makes it hard for him to revolt against the Demon and stretched out his tongue.

Beelzebub’s tongue is so long that it could almost run into Ying Zheng's oesophagus. The fire in the teenage boy’s eyes gradually turned into hot lava and flow down his cheeks. But Ying Zheng showed no sign of knuckle down over the Demon’s control.

Beelzebub dared to bet his soul that as soon as he loosened the clamp, the teenage boy would close and clench his mouth in an instant, even if he must swallow the Demon’s elongated tongue.

Is this Damn Demon here to kill him or to help him? Ying Zheng felt that he was gradually losing his breath, his body… No… To be specific, he came to realize that the figure in front of him is not a human, with his mouth. The teenage boy began to feel his legs wobbly and weak.

The feeling of a foreign organ sliding and licking in the throat caused Ying Zheng to have a gag reflex, his throat couldn’t stop contracting. The shortness of breath has caused his legs to go weak on the knees and kneel on the ground. The Demon half kneeled, he pinched Ying Zheng’s jaw with one hand so that he could keep his head up and connect each other's lips and teeth. He had his other hand hooked around his waist to provide some support.

At first glance, it looks like a pair of passionate lovers hugging and kissing each other.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng felt a strong push towards his throat, the Demon’s tongue began to press down as if he was trying to open his throat. He had a bad feeling about what’s coming next and began to struggle and grapple with his last strength, but he was still in vain.

At last, he felt a cold, soft and bloody creature slowly crawl out of the Demon’s mouth, which makes Ying Zheng feel scared. He even began to look at the Demon’s bloody dark eyes with praying eyes, but from what he saw in the Demon’s eyes, there was nothing other than the eagerly wicked taste and excitement.

Ying Zheng felt the unknown creature slowly creep into his body along the throat that he was forced to lift. The cold, greasy touch and the disgusting stench of rotten blood made him sick, his stomach churned and his throat sour, his consciousness seemed a little blurred, but soon he found that there was more than one creature crawling into his mouth.

From a distance, it looks like a cold but handsome man holding onto an elegant and unruliness boy.

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They embraced and kissed, surrounded by corpses lying around them. But if you look closely enough, you will find that the boy's cheeks are full of tear marks.

From time to time, abnormal ups and downs can be seen at the throat, and Ying Zheng stared at the Demon with horror and anger.

The Demon looked at the firm and arrogant eyes that showed a frightened but unyielding look and smiled. What a tough boy. Was he dazzled by anger or was he just trying to be brave?

Finally, after Beelzebub sent in six unknown creatures into Ying Zheng’s body, he took back his tongue and let go of the teenage boy. In the moment of freedom, the teenage boy grabbed onto Beelzebub’s placket and pulled it down. In a burst of pain, the teenage boy tore and bit off the skin of the Demon’s lower lip, which surprised Beelzebub for a split second.

"Pah! No wonder your blood smells like rotten corpses. It's black."

Ying Zheng stared at the Demon’s blackish blood flowing out of his lower lip, feeling disgusted and wiped his mouth. He then began to induce vomiting by putting two of his finger into his throat, but he only manage to vomit a puddle of black liquid after a long while.

"If you want to give up now, throw up as much as you want."

The Demon’s mouth was full of blood, but he sat on the steps easily and looked at the exhausted teenage boy.

"Tell me!"

Ying Zheng pulled out a sword at his waist, grabbed the Demon’s placket, the tip of the sword was at the Demon’s throat. Ignoring his instinctive fear of demons, he questioned fiercely,

"What the Fuck did you feed me with??"

"Why don’t you see it for yourself?" the Demon answered lazily, with his eyes looking at the puddle of blackish liquid that Ying Zheng had just vomited.

Ying Zheng followed the Demon’s eyes and turned around: That puddle of blackish liquid he vomited out gradually fused and formed into two crawling maggots that are the size of his palm. Although it's black, it can’t be wrong: That is a figure of a maggot.

The teenage boy’s vision whitened, covered his mouth with one hand, his face went pale and trembled. A strong sense of nausea is aggravated by the mental impact, just when he couldn’t stand properly and fall back, the Demon behind him gave him a push for him to stand firm. Beelzebub walked towards those squirming maggots and squatted down to let them climb onto his hands. After contacting the Demon’s skin, the maggots turned into a thick blackish liquid and fused into the Demon’s body.

"Relax, they are just a part of my flesh and blood. This is to set some restrictions to our contract."

"It won't harm you... Or do you want to try?"

After witnessing Beelzebub’s explanation, Ying Zheng did calm down a lot, but he still felt sick, he tried to take in a few deep breaths, trying to ease the cold and stinks that is churning from his stomach.

"What restrictions?"

The Demon looked back at the teenage boy who gradually calmed down, yet his expression still looked awful from the incident earlier on. Beelzebub pondered for a while.

"Time constraints. If you fail, they will eat you up alive, from inside out."

"Demons are very trustworthy. Now you have nothing in your hands, but I will teach you what strength, goal and tricks are."

How much one can learn depends on the person’s nature to take place. The first life lesson is Survival, this depends on wisdom, not weapons.

Beelzebub slowly approached the teenage boy, the black blood on his face fused into his skin, and the bitten wound on his lower lip regenerated in an instant. The demon licked his mouth, smirked with joy and contempt, bent down with his hands on his back and looked directly into the teenage boy's vivid eyes.

"One maggot represents 10 years; you still have 40 years to complete our contract."

Ying Zheng was completely despised. He looked straight at the Demon’s eyes: Deep as an abyss, black like dried blood. The Demon’s eyes don’t penetrate any light, and he can't even see his reflection in the Demon’s eyes. He can sniff a bloody stench accompanied with a little sulfur and gunpowder in the Demon’s breath. Instinctive fear made his scalp tingle, but it also brought in inexplicable excitement and enthusiasm.

It was just a few useless maggots, what else can he lose other than his own life?

"I also have one condition." since he have nothing in his hand, he had an abundant amount of time to plan everything.

"You shall never lie to me."

Now Ying Zheng can only move forward to have a trace of vitality.

"Yes, you will find that demons are more honest than God and humans."

The premise is to ask the right question. Beelzebub smiled.

"Now, what's your wish?"

With blackish blood-covered around his mouth, Ying Zheng gave off a smile that evokes a beautiful arc.

"I want to be the emperor on this continent."

If God happened to be listening to this wish, it must be a distorted God, or is God just taking it as a joke? Otherwise, how would God let the world be flooded with blood and pain? Not to mention the incoming disasters.

"As you wish, my king"

Let me see how your wish will eventually look like in the end.

(Qin was 15 years old when he signed the contract with Beelzebub)

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OVA 1:

Ying Zheng: “So why must you feed me such disgusting things in such a manner?! I washed my mouth multiple times just because of that?!”

Beelzebub: “You think you will be a good boy and eat them up yourself? The contract would have failed, do you know how far I travelled just to find you?!”

Ying Zheng: “Well, that can be said… So why does your body have…”

Beelzebub: *Cuts his wrist, blood that oozed out turned into little maggots*

Ying Zheng: “Fuck… A demon? You should be the King of insects”

*Takes out insect repellent*

Beelzebub: “WTF…”

Link to Part 3

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