#continuations

[yourheartonfire]

A continuation of the detective hero and thief villain from here. I could've sworn someone sent me an ask for a continuation but now I can't find it. So... thanks whoever you were for the continuation request! I do like these two quite a bit.

The hero waited until the villain's hand was in the safe before they flicked on the gas lamp.

The villain leapt a truly impressive height into the air, spinning around with dagger out and eyes wild, before they saw who it was. "Ugh!" They dropped their fighting stance, clutched their chest dramatically. "You and your theatrics. I almost just killed you."

"You didn't leave me much choice," the hero said, turning the little brass knob next to their wing chair all the way up. It was still pitifully dark and the villain, as always, gravitated to shadows. Did they look thinner? Their color wan? "You've been so hard to find. So busy."

The villain held up their hands in surrender with a toothy smile. Nudged the safe door shut with their elbow. "You know what they say about idle hands, love."

The hero did not smile back. "Not been going after your usual trophies either. What was it you said to me at Halston's that one time? Stacks of paper lack romance?"

The villain laughed, high and forced. "Ah yes, that evening when I had to explain the concept of beauty to you, you poor, overly logical thing."

"Then why you gone from lifting jewels to stealing the tawdry love letters of politicians?" The hero folded their hands across their lap. "And why are you feeding them to [Master Criminal]?"

The villain's mouth snapped shut and they stood went perfectly still for a count of five. "Who?" they said faintly.

"Oh dear. That was embarrassing to witness." The hero stood. The villain, for all their advantage in size and weapons, stepped back. "The light was a signal. The inspectors are on their way from next door, including some old friends of yours. Tell me everything about [Master Criminal] now, and you'll have just enough time to escape."

But the villain had no pithy rejoiner, no easy jest. Eyes dark and flat, they slowly wagged their head no. 

"That bad?" the hero asked quietly.

The villain sighed. "I suppose it was too much to hope for, that you'd somehow miss that name."

"How could I miss it? It's like a giant hole has opened in the middle of a dark street. I can't see the hole but I can see the people disappearing from view as they fall." The hero took a step sideways, trying to read the villain's face in the shadows. "And when I see you suddenly doing work I know you find aesthically if not morally repugnant, it doesn't take the world's greatest detective to realize something is wrong."

"Do you remember the matter of the Viscount's Diadem?" the villain interrupted.

The hero glanced down at their watch. "Yes. I told you you were wasting your time. Speaking of which..."

"You told me to walk away. And you were right." The villain spread their gloved hands. "Now I am returning the favor. Walk. Away."

The hero couldn't help the snort that escaped them. The villain narrowed their eyes. The knife was suddenly back in those long fingers, silver against black leather. "Oh love," they said in a terrible voice. "Don't make me show you the difference between your little garden party mysteries and real evil."

"I have some idea," the hero said quietly and took another step forward. The villain retreated back. "Some inkling of the cruelty this person's carved into the world."

"You talk of cruelty when this is the side you're on?" the villain sneered, holding the knife out as if the hero was set to attack. "After your whole 'it's all broken and I don't know how to fix it' speech?"

"It is broken," the hero agreed. "But I don't think your new master is out to fix it, is she?"

The thief sputtered with anger. "She is not... not my..."

"She has a nasty reputation. Does terrible things to people who cross her." The hero took another step. The thief retreated - and startled as their heels hit the wall. "What has she done to you?"

This time it was the hero who broke the rules. Who got too close, who reached out too far, who brushed fingertips against that inch of exposed skin across the wrist. 

The villain pounced. Once again the hero was spun around, this time pinned against the bookshelves with blade to their throat. 

"Last warning," the villain snarled. "Before I kill you myself."

Down below there was the crash of the door flying open, bodies pouring through with angry shouts. The hero felt their own heart beat high and fast.

"You wont," they whispered. "You're not a killer, you're not a blackmailer, and you don't belong with her! What has she done to make you do this?"

"Maybe I want to burn it all down!" the villain shouted, breath hot over the hero's face. "I don't know why I thought you'd understand when you take money from fat corrupt old men desperate to hide their lies-"

"Damn it, I don't care about Davill and his stupid affairs!" the hero cried back. "I care about you!"

The villain blinked.

The shouts were growing closer, footsteps rampaging up the stairs. 

"Please," the hero whispered. "Please, let me help."

The thief closed their eyes. Dropped the blade. "She threatened to destroy the person I loved," they said hollowly.

"Oh," the hero said, feeling their heart.... well never mind their heart now. They shoved their feelings into a box . "All right. Who is it? I can get them protection, hide them. All I have is at your disposal..."

The villain's eyes snapped open. For a moment they simply stared. "My god. You're an idiot," they said in their normal voice and then... Then their lips crashed into hero's and...

Kissing. They were kissing.

The hero let out a muffled squawk of surprise. Yes, it was definitely a squawk and not a moan as the kiss deepened, as the villain pressed up against them so desperately that the hero thought the two of them might just ignite every gas pipe in the room -

The door slammed open. The villain grabbed the hero by the shoulders and flung them with pinpoint accuracy straight into the inspectors' path. They all went down in a heap of bodies - except the villain, who darted straight out through the third story window as easy as walking through an open church door.

"Damn it!" The lead inspector yanked loose, none too gently. "You sent us to the wrong house! Now they've gotten away again!"

"Did I? Terribly sorry," the hero gasped. They scrambled ungracefully up, patting their clothes into an order that certainly did not reflect the untidy wheeling of their mind. The hero gave their head a shake and pulled themselves together. "Well! No matter, ladies and gentlemen. The thief did not get away with Minister Davill's papers. And I have the information I came for."

"What information?" asked an inspector obligingly.

The hero gave them a champagne-drunk smile. "Their weakness," they said and walked out.

On the stairs they started to run. They had to get home. They had planning to do.

[1phoenixfeather]

Family #8

#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6 & #7

Enjoy. It had taken Villain an hour of focused training to calm down. They found Henchman sitting beside the bed, leaning forward, thinking of something. “Hey,” they said and Villain realized they were definitely thinking of something.

“Hey, what’s on your mind?” Villain asked, surprisingly Henchman turned to look at Villain. “Come on, you’re my kid. Just tell me.” Villain almost laughed as Henchman turned seeming concerned.

Villain pulled a chair to sit on, Henchman pointed at Vigilante, who mumbled in their sleep. “Aren’t Vigilante a little… Familiar.” Villain observed Vigilante, their face, which twitched of what Villain could imagine was fear.

“Of course they…” Villain couldn’t figure how Vigilante was familiar, except for the years they fought each other. 

Henchman hawked before mutter, “I mean, I can’t help but… Isn’t it…” Villain turned their gaze to Henchman, “it’s probably nothing.” They finally said, but Villain knew them better.

Villain gestured to them to continue, “speak your mind.”

Henchman rubbed their eyes, “Vigilante remind me of you. A lot.”

Villain leaned closer to analyze Vigilante closer, who did they look like? “They do?” Villain didn’t look at Henchman, just tried to think of who slipped their mind.

“Yes, but as I said it’s probably nothing.” Henchman dismissed, but Villain looked back at them. They held back, crossed their arms.

Reassuringly Villain grabbed their shoulder, seeing a small smile. “You’re as sharp as your mother.” Villain did remember Henchman’s mother, it had affected their life in a way that had surprised them. But their mother was smart.

Henchman smiled looking down to the floor, “she would have loved to hear that.” Villain laughed, nodded in agreement.   

“Just like her, a compliment gets to your head.”

Henchman shrugged, “well, she did raise me.” Villain sighed, looking at Vigilante seeing them flinched. Things could have been so much better if they hadn’t done so many mistakes.

“Apparently my timing always was wrong.” Villain rose up and leaned to a wall. “If it hadn’t been for the tax fraud.” 

Henchman laughs aloud, leaned back. “That’s nothing, you’re way worse now.” Villain looked down, being disappointed to not be there for Henchman as a kid. “Not that I mind.” Villain smirked and sniggered low. How could their kid turn out so much like them? 

Henchman pulled their hair back, seeing Vigilante groan in their sleep. Villain knew they weren’t best of friends. But it had turned out better, “I never wanted them to get hurt… Sounds like a nightmare.” 

“A very, very bad one.” Villain agreed, coming closer. “Um… Sounds so real.” Vigilante mumbled in their sleep, what Villain couldn’t hear. 

A few hours ago in the kitchen Vigilante had seemed distracted. Henchman said, “yeah. They didn’t seem okay. You think they gonna talk?” 

“Nope, why would they?” Villain answered and knew Vigilante that well. They locked their feelings up and this time it was shown. 

Henchman tapped their hands on the armrest, thinking. “Right… How are we gonna get them to talk?” Henchman looked at Villain, but both of their gazes turned back to Vigilante as they sobbed.

“DON’T LEAVE ME!” Vigilante screamed as they startled awake. Villain saw the tears rise up in their eyes.

Henchman almost stood up in the chair, “wow…” 

Shaken Vigilante faced them, confused. Clearly trying to mask whatever buttered them. “You feeling alright?” Villain couldn’t help but ask tense, when Vigilante didn’t answer Villain took a deep breath. “Vigilante…”

Vigilante gulped, “I’m okay…” They rubbed their neck where the collar had been, “It’s just a nightmare.”

Villain didn’t believe them, knew that they still could feel the collar. How much the recent events haunted them, the fact that Vigilante could be mentally hurt was even worse than the bruises they’d got.

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The Irregulars vs Enola Holmes

A Semi-Coherent, Not Particularly Thought Out Rant:

so, after reading @uglypastels post regarding the upcoming Enola Holmes sequel, the hamster starting wheeling. now, don't get me wrong, i watched Enola Holmes as soon as Netflix released it. the concept appealed to me, Enola as a character seemed delightful, and i particularly appreciated the aesthetics. furthermore, the movie had an all-star cast attached to it that i believed would propel Enola into an impressive orbit.

however, after watching the movie, i was mildly disappointed. even with Cavill filling out a Victorian suit in all the best ways, it didn't endear me to it. it was easy to digest; rather bland, and poorly paced, like the graham crackers of film. obviously, it was written with the intention of a sequel, so i suppose that first installment was considered the groundwork, which is why a lot of it seemed so unidimensional. rather than allowing us, as viewers, to fill in blanks through visuals, we were spoon-fed a lot of the plot via flashbacks. plus, regrettably, Enola was portrayed as something of a Mary-Sue (for those who don't know: a female lead who has more skills than a single relatable human being on the planet, even the most interesting ones. they know everything and can do no wrong).

now, i liked her. she's feisty and clever and independent. and yet, i felt a distinct lack of substance. probably because she was overshadowed by the unnecessary inclusion of Sherlock and Mycroft. there was no point to either of them except to establish that Enola was, indeed, their sister. it came across as more of a lure to guarantee viewership from diehard Sherlockians.

meanwhile, The Irregulars is slightly less palatable and offers us a Sherlock that likely doesn't agree with those same diehard Sherlockians. he's ruined, depressed, shown to be a horrible, neglectful father. he isn't at all what we've come to expect of the Great Detective.

he's a lost soul.

although the whole show is mired in shadow from the beginning, the characters? were dynamic as hell and we weren't even thrown more than mere morsels of backstory, and only for a couple of the main characters. unlike Enola Holmes, the main cast of characters spoke for themselves. needless to say, i believe the acting was far superior.

not that Millie Bobby Brown isn't a fabulous actress, she is, and she nailed the script she was given for Enola Holmes. still, i was more invested after a single episode of The Irregulars than i was after an entire movie about Enola.

all i can remember of that movie, months after watching it, is how delicious Henry Cavill looked.

what do i remember of The Irregulars? also not actually as much as you'd imagine, but JESUS the characters made an impression.

i remember Spike being this adorable, hilarious, sly character who cares deeply about his friends enough to go against his principles and break into a house he doesn't want to go near. i remember Billy being hotheaded and aggressive and protective, suspicious of the outsider who deigns to speak to them. but then he puts aside his dislike of Leo, even though he still fully believes the boy's insincere in his affections toward Bea, and he listens and sorta-kinda-in-a-dude-way comforts a guy who's technically his competition.

never mind Jessie having to tell her mother to go die again, understanding it might destroy her relationship with her sister. like Christ, my heart!! and Leo and Bea and even Watson had SO MUCH GOING ON beneath the surface, things that weren't blatantly exposed but that we, the viewers understood because these characters were given LIFE in the subtext.

all in all, i'm disappointed to hear that, of the two Sherlock spin-offs, Enola Holmes gets the go ahead while a show as fascinating and nuanced as The Irregulars is put on a shelf, probably never to be continued. unless we, the fans, decide to fund the project (if i win a huge lottery, guys, i'll do it).

[shantisheaan]

Shanti Shea An, Continuations (2019) Oil on canvas, 20 x 17 cm

[risingqueen2]

Main Series Masterlist

101 Ironstrange kinks -Tony/Stephen

Lance’s Kinky Adventures -Voltron -Finished-

Bitemarks - Teen Wolf -Finished-

The Paradise Company- Paradise Cabin [Female Tony Stark/Bruce Banner], Paradise Auto [TUA-Klaus/Diego] -Finished-

Doctor Bane Will See You Now - Shadowhunters-Malec -Finished-

Welcome to Bliss - Shadowhunters -Malace -Hiatus- 

The Captain and His Boy - Steve/Tony -ongoing-

Sharing- Cuck!Shiro/Lance -ongoing-

Shadowhunter Bingo 2019 -ongoing-

You & I Are Burning Up Tonight  - The Walking Dead- Paul/Daryl/Rick -Finished-

Prompts

Forbidden Prompts  -Finished-

Dark AU Prompts -Finished-

Continuation Prompts   -Finished-

Kinktober 2016 -Finished-

Kinktober 2018  -Finished-

Mafia AU Prompts  -Finished-

Rare Kink Prompts  -Finished-

School AU Prompts  -Finished-

Genderbend Prompts  -Finished-

Created: March 2nd, 2020 

[esstrauss]

If I Open My Eyes...

If I open my eyes what will I see?

If I open my eyes will it be dark?

If I open my eyes will I only see white?

If I open my eyes will anything change for the better?

If I open my eyes will something unheard of appear before me?

I opened my eyes & there was…⚡️

[thescribesloft]

I thought this was going to be just three books, cut and clean.

But, my mind keeps coming up with other paths to the story. I think I might do a prologue and a epilogue, both a book length each. Maybe a next generation... I don’t know what this means for those few who’ve started reading Jeweler’s Hands, but I know it’s driving me crazy.