“Mild indifference, I’d say,” says Cumberbatch of Sherlock’s reaction to the new arrival. “He’s not quite in love with babies as I am, let’s put it that way” [x]
Here is the new home for ics featuring our favorite duo reimagined as children. I’ll happily add more fics if anyone wants to shoot me a link. Note: I don’t include this on the main list since these fics are, by their very nature, friendships rather than romantic ships. (Except of course for stories where they start off as kids and grow up into the OTP we all know and love!)
63. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” by thescienceofsherlolly (Rated K, One-Shot) Wedlock tumblr 2017
A Pirate Can Care by theheartofadetective (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2013
A Spoonful (The Hobbit AU) by MyDoki (Rated M, Incomplete, Multi-Chapter) Adaptation/ Crossover, Dragonlock AO3 2014
Avast! A Sherlolly Pirate Tale by maejones (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2016
Childhood Friends by MoniMcCoy (Rated K+, One-Shot) Adapt/Crossover, Dragonlock, The Hobbit/Smaug AU ff.net 2014
Come Play Out In The Sea (Beneath the Water series) by afteriwake (Rated K, One-Shot) Merlock AO3 2017
Free Choice, or The Sandcastle Détente by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2017 AO3 2017
First Meeting, or Smooth Operator by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2017 tumblr 2017
I Want A Friend by ensxbroadway (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2013
Pengwings by afteriwake (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2016
The Princess and Her Guardian by crystaljoygmagic (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2013
Reaction Time by masqueraided (Rated K, One-Shot) Valentine’s Day AO3 2018
What’s everyone’s favourite newer fics! I feel like I’ve read the best from the good ole days but haven’t been around in the last few years. Anything compare to some of the top fics lately?
Oh heck yeah! Oodles of great stuff, especially post The Final Problem (I'm using 2017 as the baseline cos I assume by the good ole days you're talking PetraTodd and DietPlainLite and broomclosetkink and Nocturnias, to name but a few).
@sunken-standard has some awesome one-shots in her ficlet cemetary and a fantastic post TFP fic Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
And you can't go wrong with anything by any of these authors, imho:
@englandsgray
@ellis-hendricks
@mrsmcrieff
@mae-jones
@darnedchild
@hobbitsdoitbetter
@asteraceae-blue
@ukthxbye
@itssweaterxweather
@strangelock221b
@stlgeekgirl (aka Mouse9)
@ashockinglackofsatin
If anyone has more specific newer faves to recommend, please sing out!
In light of the announcements from this weekend, it ticked my brain to recall my little silly AU of Rey 10 yrs post-TRoS. I miss drawing and posting, but I couldn’t help myself today.
mfm pairing: michael scofield x reader and lincoln burrows x reader. brother pairing: michael scofield x lincoln burrows.
summary: during a chase in the woods, you question your decisions and hope for a better outcome after the consequences of a life changing day in court three months prior.
note: here's a little bit of background. more information about y/n's past will be revealed in the chapter for the 16th episode of season 1. <3
another note: i know this gif (idk why it came out blurry) is from season 2's opening theme but the handcuff scenes are the best part of the whole show. agree to disagree if you don't feel the same though, lol. :)
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running through the creepy woods wasn’t the typical evening that you had in mind for tonight. the sun was setting thankfully, so you could get the tail off from you now that it was going to be dark soon. you held your left hand against your chest and the memory from earlier continued to sting.
about thirty minutes back while you were running, your hand accidentally ran along a sharp tree that was shaved down. and it irritated the hell out of you that yet another wound could be infected.
unfortunately there wasn’t time for these little types of annoyances when you were literally running for your life.
somewhere behind you, a branch on the ground crushed under somebody’s shoe and you couldn’t help the curse that fell from your lips under your breath.
stopping behind a tree’s trunk for a moment, you tried to figure out the direction of the person since there was no time to check and glance over your shoulder earlier. you knew if you did you would continue to keep checking ever so often.
somewhere down the line later, you’d either hit your head against something when you weren’t looking or get caught with your guard down.
turning your body slightly, you could finally check the unknown person and you rolled your eyes at the sight of a man in a perfectly crisp suit. with just that one look you could tell who had hired him and what kind of job he was hired to do if he were to finally catch up to you.
when he continued to survey the area, you moved your stance back against the trunk to shield your view of the man before he could see a clear sighting of you looking his way. “oh y/n y/l/n,” he spoke oddly, trying to rile you up so you’d get out from behind your spot.
you weren’t stupid though, especially with the way he was waving his gun around.
“come out, come out wherever you are. it’ll only get worse from here if you don’t show yourself now.” he smirked and rummaged around in his pocket for something. of course, this was the moment that he pulled out his phone to call somebody with an update.
shit.
his hand still held the firearm up in the air. luckily in the wrong direction of where you were currently hiding, but it still caused the hairs on the back of your neck to rise in a static way.
another sudden urge of pain came in a big wave this time and you closed your eyes to count down from ten. biting down on your bottom lip also, you continued till you tasted metallic in your mouth.
ten seconds was all you gave yourself to feel the pain until you pushed it away from your mind. it was a tactic you learned to try and wire your brain to focus on more of a minor pain instead—like your lip for instance.
you had to get a hold on some kind of medicine soon to clear out the wounds on your hand and elsewhere. there was only so long that you had until it got worse but you couldn’t move until he was distracted and not looking in the area where you were hiding.
it was still a bit too light out to make a clear run for it and you sighed in relief when you heard the buttons pressing down on his cell phone. he dialed a number quickly and then put it up to his ear.
still watching the area with precise dedication while multitasking, he spoke into the phone when you assumed the person on the other end picked up. “hello? yeah, i’m still at the same location from when we last spoke. y/n’s near and won’t be getting very far—yes i understand. don’t worry we’ll get her.”
you turned your back around once more to check if the coast was clear and sighed when he walked off to lean against a tree. you looked down at your hand once more and sighed before putting it back against your chest again.
quietly without moving around any leaves or twigs, you came out from behind the tree to make a run for it again. you couldn’t lose anymore of that precious time you’ve already wasted and getting away from this man was your only priority right now.
that phone call was a bad sign though and it only made his true intentions known now. if you didn’t already—it was clearly going to be a long night with the determination he had to find you. but
you couldn’t let that happen because your freedom was dependent on it.
perhaps it was even right around the corner sooner or later.
𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿 . . .
“will the defendant please rise?” the judge spoke and you stood up from your chair in the courtroom. asking you to stand was just a fake formality that made sure ‘proper’ manners were being used.
it didn’t mean shit when all the supposed evidence pointed to you.
“on the charge of assault that caused a terminated pregnancy, how do you plea?” the judge asked and your lawyer looked towards you with a nod.
if you plead guilty to the charge, the sentence would be dropped to eight years and five months. one month would be knocked off the charge already being as you served a month in jail while awaiting your court sentence. this would be instead of the fifteen and a half you originally had.
by doing this, you lessened your prison time by six and a half years with the chance of parole by the time you had two left. and with any kind of deal like this—you took it so you didn’t have to spend four extra years in a frightening place with criminals unlike yourself.
“my client has thought over her choices carefully and has decided to plead guilty.” while your lawyer said those words, you looked off to the side and out the window. the outside world was going to be looking pretty small soon and you frowned at the thought.
how can things easily fall apart from your grasp and go to shit so quickly?
a security officer walked up to the judge and whispered in their ear. his eyebrows scrunched together while carefully listening to his words. “that’s not possible.” but the officer nodded as if to say ‘it definitely is’ and then handed a piece of folded paper to him.
it looked like a warrant of some kind and your skin immediately paled.
“a last moment change has come to my attention. i have just received a signed document from the united state’s vice president.” they stated and paused with a blanched face while reading the words.
after looking through it carefully with a moment of silence, they continued. “y/n y/l/n, you will be serving your sentence in a level one facility at fox river penitentiary.”
your arm was immediately grabbed by your lawyer who stood there in shock. you almost wanted to shake your arm free from them. but, the words coming out from their mouth next had you using their hold to keep yourself steady. “but your honor, fox river is a prison for men.”
“i would ask counsel to refrain from interrupting me.” the judge glanced at your lawyer once before looking back over at you with a grim face. “as i was saying, my hands are tied and if you would like to pursue this conflict of interest please contact the white house.”
after they finished speaking, their gavel hitting the wood signaled the concludence of the hearing.
the officers came over to grab you and you tried to hold back the verge to cry, instead turning to your lawyer. they put a hand on your shoulder and spoke quietly, “in my thirty years as a lawyer, this has never happened. i will call my office and follow up with this issue. hang tight for now and i’ll schedule a visit as soon as i have some news.”
but you knew exactly who was pulling the strings, why they set you up and when you would be sentenced again when you finally got out. it was useless but you couldn’t say that to your lawyer when they willingly offered to help and you’d take any help you could get right about now.
while you were being moved to the fox river penitentiary in the prisoner transport van, tears threatened to fall. desperately and definitely not easily, you held yourself together by constantly staring up at the ceiling of the van and blinking them back.
all you could do now was hope for a miracle that would save you from all of this.
Pairing: Michael Scofield x Reader
Fandom: Prison Break
Warnings: angst :’)
Summary: Before going into Fox River, Michael has one last person to say goodbye to.
A/N: don’t judge me, I just couldn’t stop myself. It’s just something short and angsty, but I just asdfghjkl, I love this man so much. (added Michael to my fandoms page)
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“Yeah, mom, I’m home,” you smiled, standing in front of your door and rummaging through your handbag, to find your keys. “Yes, I’m opening the door right now. Okay, mom. Yeah. I love you, too. Goodnight,” you pushed open the door and shook your head.
No matter your age, your mom still wanted you to call when you got home safely.
A treasure, that woman.
You switched on the lights and threw the mail carelessly onto the small round-table next to the door, then you walked into the living room, still wearing your heels and dress, that you had been wearing in the bar.
Suddenly, the lamp in the living room got turned on. The one, next to your armchair. And while you were scared shitless for the first 3 seconds, a relieved sigh escaped you when you saw who it was.
“Michael..”
He smiled and got up from the chair, walking over to you, so he could greet you with a tight hug.
“You scared me, you know?” your arms went around his neck and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. God, you loved his perfume so much.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.”
“I know.. Are you alright, though? I thought you were on a business trip?” you leaned back a bit, so you could look into his eyes, but his arms stayed right where they were, around your mid, holding you where you were. And the way he looked at you, like he was trying to remember this moment.
Trying to remember how you felt in his arms. The way your eyes shined when you looked at him, your beautiful smile. Every single detail.
“Came back an hour ago and wanted to see you.”
One of your hands came up on the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.
You knew that something was up, you always did with him.
Michael might always try his hardest to put on a mask to hide his feelings, but especially with you, that just didn’t work. And to be honest, you didn’t want him to.
“Talk to me.. what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he kissed your forehead, then pulled you back again, for another hug. “I love you, (Y/N). You know I do, right?”
“Michael, stop.. now you’re actually scaring me.”
He did stop talking. He only held you in his arms, breathing in the smell of your hair, for what felt like hours, before giving you a final, passionate kiss and whispering a “goodbye” into your ear.
Then he walked out of your door.
If only you had known then, that this would be the last time you’d see him for years.
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