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Sounds in the dark || Sherlock x Reader
Author: Dalila
Ship: BBC!Sherlock x Reader
Word count: 3.669
Prompt: You make me feel like I’m not good enough.
Trigger warnings: injuries, mentions of a death of a loved one
A/N: So... yeah. 3 years late. But it’s here! I’m sure you don’t even remember requesting that one, but since I felt a sudden need to write something, I decided that, as an inspiration behind the prompt-thingy, your request should be the first I get to (especially since I don’t know if I’ll ever get to the rest)
Requested by: @aeryntheofficial
You were different from what he’d remembered.
Sherlock Holmes had met a myriad of people in the course of his life. Most of them were just chess pieces: ultimately useless and not worth a second thought. Seemingly different from each other, but only in minor details. In the end, none of them would have enough impact to make it into Sherlock’s mind palace.
There were, of course, exceptions to that. People who considered him a friend, people who cared for him. Sometimes it was people who posed enough of a threat for him to preoccupy himself with solving their schemes and mind-games. They were the important chess pieces, whose place on the board he had to consider at every step. Was it tiring? Not for him. He loved moving those pieces around and the mere thought of arranging the seemingly unpredictable events in hopes of achieving the desired outcome was enough to cause a pleasant rush of endorphins in his system.
But there was one piece which didn’t fit in the board of his life. A piece removed from it such a long time ago, it seemed as if her return would destroy all of his plans and schemes.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N).
You were just a girl when he last saw you. A pure and light being, who even back then seemed so out of place in his life.
Just a girl next door. That’s how he first saw you. Just another person who so happened to live in the same neighbourhood and go to the same school. A noise which he had to ignore in order to hear his own thoughts. Sometimes it was an incredibly loud noise. You were a bright personality after all, with many friends swarming around you like bees.
Even after all those years, he still didn’t understand what made you focus on him. For some odd, inexplicable reason you made a decision to befriend him - and no amount of ignoring you or being mean to you would make you go away. At some point, he had no other choice but to accept your loud presence in his life. You were one of the first pieces in his set – the ones he would do anything to protect. Even if he hadn’t realised it at that time.
At first, it was just sitting beside him whenever possible. During classes, during the breaks. Even after school. You tried talking to him, but never got a response. At some point, you became silent. Stubbornly sitting with a wide grin on your face, observing him like some sort of an exhibition at the zoo. After weeks of taming him this way, you started talking again. Although scarcely, Sherlock started responding to you. It seemed as if that was enough for you to know that your plan worked. However slowly, he began to let you in.
Not knowing when, he became accustomed to your presence by his side. Sometimes he even caught himself wondering what you were doing when you weren’t with him. And though your friendship was unlike any other, it looked like you enjoyed his presence. There was a moment when he had to admit – he did enjoy yours. It was honest… and refreshing.
Warm memories || Elijah Kamski x Reader
Author: Dalila
Ship: Elijah Kamski x Reader
Word count: 3.948
Prompt: “Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you."
Trigger Warnings: Mention of drug abuse, one swear word, the word count (it’s longer than I expected)
A/N: Okay, this one was supposed to be the last one, but the thing is I don’t have the muse for Sherlock at the moment and this idea stole my heart. Also, if people will be interested, I’d like to write a second part to it. So, I hope you enjoy it.
Requested by: @formyfandoms
Elijah Kamski was known to be a very secretive man. After the initial wave of interest following the incredible success of his company, everyone seemed to come to terms with the fact that he would never become the celebrity that the public wanted him to be. He was never the type to attend boring charity balls and plaster his face on every magazine cover. He preferred the peace and quiet of his house on the outskirts of Detroit, with the CyberLife tower glowing in the distance.
However, even the former CEO of the most successful company in the world sometimes got lonely. Or rather, nostalgic. The RT600s were enough to keep him entertained, but on evenings like that one... He couldn’t help but wish to relive his past. Not to change it, but just so he could warm up in his memories one more time.
For even the man who willingly isolated himself from everyone sometimes missed the company of his friends. The original crew of CyberLife.
Those who thought a 16-year-old could start the most innovative android company all by himself obviously didn’t know the reality of running a business. He would never achieve such a level of success that quickly if it hadn’t been for that pack of idiots that used to hang out in your parents’ basement.
Grabbing his glass of whiskey, Elijah sat on the couch of his hotel room. He was in Chicago, waiting for one of his favourite charity meetings. It wasn’t a ball dedicated more towards feeding the ego of its attendants, but rather a small meeting between almost a dozen of the most influential and richest people in the country. He looked around the hotel room; it was almost as modern as his own house. But at that very moment, he craved for something else. Something that was reserved only for him. He took out his phone and opened the gallery. There weren’t many pictures on his phone, but the one at the bottom definitely stood out from the rest. He clicked on it and connected his phone to the huge TV so the image would appear bigger.
His hotel room was yet another black-and-white room, designed with minimalistic style: just as cold as his house in Detroit. Contrary to those, the room shown on the picture was so warm and welcoming. The red brick wall, candles on the bookshelf in the background, and those old light bulbs which emitted a yellowish light, so different to what most people used nowadays. There was also this wooden table covered in papers and snacks. The old black-leather couch, forever marked by a burn of a cigarette Martin accidentally dropped.
And them. His friends, his family.
Okaaay I’ve decided on 5 for my lovely Elijah if that’s okay? Just ugh he’s a sweetheart and so underappriciated <3
Oh, trust me - I get what you mean. This man is so damn fascinating, given how little of him was actually shown in the game. So prompt 5 it is :) and dear, it's never a problem for me ;)
Hi, I don't know if you're still doing the requests, but maybe either/or/all(?) of 1, 5 and 16 for Elijah Kamski? I love him to death and there's no writings for him at all <3 Love youuu
Yes, the whole idea for this prompt list is that each prompt can only be requested once. And given the fact that numer 16 is already taken, you would need to decide between the numbers 1 and 5 for KamskiJust know that whatever you choose I'll be super excited to write, because he is one of my favourite characters from DBH
Yes please, number 16 with Connor Murphy!! Thank you!
Of course, I'll cross it out for you, dear :)
Wait for you || RK800 Connor x Reader
Author: Dalila
Ship: RK800 x Reader
Word count: 2.448
Prompt: "If he's going to treat you like shit I'm going to kick his ass."
Trigger Warnings: Abusive relationship, swearing, mention of cheating. Also, I'm a sucker for angst. This is angsty.
A/N: Soo, I had a blast writing this one. Unfortunately, it's nearly midnight here and I really can't wait to post it so it's not proofread yet. Sorry for the mistakes.
Requested by: @im-the-nerdiest-of-them-a11
“Fuck off, Jared.” you hissed at the phone, pressing it against your ear with your shoulder. It was almost midnight, and if it wasn’t for this stupid case, you’d be home for several hours. Probably asleep. Instead, you were rummaging through papers on your desk. “Look, I have more important things to do than to listen to your whining. Bye.” You cut the call before he could say anything, then threw the phone on the desk and sunk in your chair, letting out a sigh.
Fucking Jared…
“Is there something wrong, Detective?”
You smiled slightly at the soothing voice of your android partner. It was like honey to your ears after the heated conversation with your boyfriend.
“I’m fine, just a stupid fight with my boyfriend…” you said, going back to the papers on your desk. Those documents had to be there… If not, you’d have to go home, search for them and get back to work in the morning. And you wanted to wrap it up today…
“According to your heart rate, irregular breathing pattern, and the rush of blood to the cheeks you are far from fine.” you couldn’t help but chuckle. Connor was a great companion and most of the time you could forget that you’re talking to an android. Until he’d go and say something like that.
“Then why are you asking?” you turned in your chair to face him.
Connor’s face lit up with a soft, comforting smile. “Questions like that are a part of my social protocol.” you tilted your head at his words, your brows furrowing slightly.
“Well, your social protocol sucks,” you smiled at him, but then you noticed: his LED going red for a second and his eyes blinking. Biting your lower lip, you turned your face away. “I’m sorry…”
Hi! Could you do number 9 and 16 (if I can take the 2 requests left; if not, only 9) with Connor Murphy please?
As number 9 is already taken, the only thing I can do is 16 with Connor Murphy? If you want, I'll do it, but unfortunately without 9 (however, 9 was also reserved for Connor Murphy, so I guess it should be okay xD) let me know if you still want the 16, because if you do I'll have to cross it out
could you do number 9 with connor murphy?
Of course I could :) maybe once I do this, I'll get my inspiration back to continue with Helldreamers. Thank you for requesting dear
Can you do a 13 & 10 Loki x reader or Loki x daughter
As the prompt 10 is already taken, I will only do it with 13. Also, just so you know, it will rather be Loki x Reader instead of Loki x daughter (technically one doesn't exclude the other) but as for right now that's what I feel more comfortable writing. And oh man, I already have /ideas/
Can I request number 10 with Sherlock??? (From the prompt thingy?) I’d love to see what you do with it!
WOoooW *fangirl intensifies* it would be an literal HONOR to do a prompt for you :) actually, as your list inspired this challange, your overall writing inspired me to even try to do fanfics once more. Consider it done dear :) thanks for requesting and for being a cinnamon roll :)
Hi 👋 could I request prompt 6 with Loki? Thanks
Oooohh... Loki, my sweet child. It will be a great pleasure to do this request dear, thanks for giving me the opportunity :)
14 with Sherlock Holmes? (Ok now I love angst but if u could [if not no worries] maybe end it in fluff? I don’t wanna be demanding or like drive your creativity in another way but like 14 and Sherlock Holmes could be majorly angsty.)
Oh dear, it's been a while since I wrote for Sherlock xD thanks for requesting it dear. However, I cannot guarantee it will end on a lighter note. I will try! But... If you've read my previous Sherlock one-shots you know what to expect xD
Putting ‘work’ back in dalilaswork
So the thing is, I got lazy during the summer, that’s why I’m stuck on the 7th chapter of Helldreamers. What would be a good solution? After seeing aerynwrites’ 400 Follower Celebration Prompts (I highly recommend the cinnamon roll’s writing) I have been inspired, so we’re basically doing the same thing.
Rules:
You request a character and a prompt and I put them together into a one-shot
After a prompt is requested it will be no longer available
To avoid one character taking over most of the list, I decided that one character can be requested no more than three times
If after a while the others won’t be requested, I’ll make it four or more.
So, I will write for four (vastly different) fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Detroit: Become Human, Dear Evan Hansen and BBC Sherlock (the last one I’m doing for the sake of old familiarity).
Anyways,
Characters:
(MCU) Loki Laufeyson (1 left)
(MCU) Thor Odinson (3 left)
(DBH) RK800 Connor (2 left)
(DBH) Elijah Kamski (2 left)
(DEH) Connor Murphy (1 left)
(SHR) Sherlock Holmes (1 left)
Prompts:
Who did this to you?
It’s a lovely day out, we’re having a good time - what have you done?!
What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!
I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.
Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you. (Kamski)
Go then, leave! See if I care! (Loki)
…and I like stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
I think you’re a liar and a cheat.
Go on, just leave! That’s what everyone does anyway. (Connor M.)
You make me feel like I’m not good enough. (Sherlock)
Those things you said in there… Did you mean them?
This isn’t friendship, this is sick.
I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention. (Loki)
When are you going to realize that I don’t care? (Sherlock)
If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass. (RK800 Connor)
We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain? (Connor Murphy)
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DO YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF WRITER’S BLOCK WHERE YOU ALREADY HAVE A PLOT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR HOURS UNTIL YOU FINALLY CLOSE THE DOCUMENT AND CURSE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE
CAUSE I DO
HELLDREAMERS Pt. I || Connor x Reader
Author: Dalila Ship: Connor Murphy x Reader Word count: 3.271 Trigger Warnings: destuctive thought, mentions of self harm, half-attempted suicide, low self-esteem, anger management problems, shitty writing.
YOU
So, first day of school, huh? Senior year... Yeah, that really sucks. Especially after moving in from a whole another town. But it happens. You just got to deal with it. Like you deal with every other shit that happens in your life.
I picked out the jeans and the t-shirt I left at the chair the day before and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
God, I looked so ugly.
I couldn't help but see how my nose was too big, how my eyes were too small, how uneven my skin colour was. Those were minorities that most people just ignored, but I saw them everytime I looked at myself . And no matter how many compliments I heard, it just wouldn't go away.
I got dressed and looked at my reflection once more: something was missing. Sure - a hoodie. No one needs to see my scars. At least not yet.
Downstairs, my mother was already filling up some papers, I could hear that. But before I went down I looked out the window: luckily my brother's car wasn't there. It was safe.
Malcolm wasn't just a regular annoying older brother. He was a drug addict with serious mental issues. My parents tried their best to help him, but Malcolm could never admit something was wrong with him. From his point of view, we were the psychos.
After grabbing the bag, I ran down the stairs and quickly got to the door. I wanted to escape, but my mother wouldn't just let me go. She looked up from the documents just as you I began to tie my shoelaces.
"Why are you leaving without breakfast? You should eat something."
You should eat more, you're unhealthy. You should eat less, you're gaining weight.
"I'm not hungry yet. I'll grab something before classes start." I said quickly before running out the door, so my mother wouldn't drag me into a much worse conversation.
Quickly I searched the pockets of my jeans for the earbuds. I needed to numb myself . After picking my favourite song to play, I began looking around the new neighbourhood.
Almost all houses looked the same; same neat lawns, same driveways, same roofs. I was sick of it. I missed my old house, far from the noises of the town, with a forest nearby. It was my home.
I finally reached the school. Nothing too worrying. From the outside everything looks normal. It's the inside that hides the horrors.