[major kudos to @everssball for giving me her input on what would totally happen at the tagatha wedding]
[you can find the rest of my tagatha wedding headcanons here]
note: most of this was written before the ever never handbook came out and may not reflect the ruinedcharacter development that took place therein
- per wedding tradition, the royal couple to-be-wed was discouraged to see each other before the wedding on their wedding (tedros couldn’t resist pecking Agatha on the cheek at least once tho and argued that their courtship was anything but traditional)
- the camelot folk were warned beforehand that the guests would include tedros and agatha’s former schoolmates, but they couldn’t hide their shock regardless when Nevers suddenly arrived at the gates (especially when three of them claimed - 2 of them doing so grudgingly - that they were bridesmaids)
- the league of thirteen show up (tHE OFFICIAL GATECRASHERS)
briar rose spent the whole ceremony remarking that it was quite lovely but and also “mildly complaining” why less people showed up to her and Jack’s wedding (“we practically uphold the standard of fairy tales yet more people pay respect to these kids’ wedding?” “rose please dont cause a scene”)
hansel and gretel keep yelling about when will the reception take place cause minutes later they were already hungry
tinker bell offered to shower agatha in a rain of fairy dust as she walked down the aisle but agatha said that she’d rather have a simple walk without having another to thing to worry about (“like what if i sneeze while walking? the castle would never live it down”)
- the coven - or at least hester and anadil - “declined” agatha’s request to be her bridesmaids at first, but with “gentle” encouragement from dot and sophie (plus the excuse to roam through the castle of one of Good’s greatest kingdoms) made them reconsider the offer later on
- sophie had spent the night prior to the day to help agatha prepare herself for the wedding, so they had one last sleepover where both of them were still single and so they spent the night reminiscing on their childhood and all the things that they’ve been through leading up to this moment (plus Sophie of course teased agatha about the wedding night ;) )
- sophie was basically the powerhouse behind “the wedding of the century” (as she dubbed); she often argued with the official wedding planner until the guy declared that sophie would do better job (others claimed that they heard the dean of evil threatening him though a few days before)
- guinevere and lancelot visit tedros minutes before he needed to leave for the hall to tell him how proud they were of him and how they’d never even dared dream that they’d be able to witness this chapter of tedros’ life (guinevere’s eyes turn glassy here :’( ) and tedros is already getting emotional from the whole thing so he hugs his mother and claps lancelot’s back in affection
lancelot defuses the emotional moment by reminding him to make good on the grandchildren he promised them and guinevere’s like “LANCELOT!!” but later joins him in laughing at tedros’ flustered expression
- merlin comes up to tedros later asking him if he’s ready and if he remembers what to do and tedros replies that he should give him credit at least for his own wedding day (merlin cheekily reminds him then to keep the wedding kiss chaste and they should save the energy for the wedding night)
- meanwhile the coven and sophie are in a flurry around agatha since the ceremony is about start (anadil sends her rats to report on what’s happening in the hall where the wedding will take place “tedros doesn’t look like he’s about to bolt” “good i’d hate to kill the groom on their wedding day” - hester) and dot is wondering how chocolate flowers would taste like as she marvels at the bouquet she’s holding
- sophie and agatha have a really dramatic moment when the procession’s about to start (“sophie i never could’ve found such deep happiness without you” “i feel the same way too aggie - aAAHH STOP CRYING YOU’LL RUIN YOUR MAKEUP” “i thought you used the waterproof kind”)
- so the groomsmen and the bridesmaids are going to be paired in the procession (a fact that dot has no problem with) and chaddick - as the Best Man - shares a few laughs with sophie about how this has got to be the most remarkable wedding in fairy tale history and Sophie’s like “of course darling i HAVE HAD A HAND IN IT OF COURSE"
- ok so it’s the bridal march now [brb my feels are anodnfeognsje]
- so given that agatha has no one she can really ask to give her away (merlin and lancelot both offered though) she decided later on that she’d like to walk down the aisle alone because this is the fairy tale ending that she chose - that she and tedros and her friends’ worked for and help realized - and she understood that walking alone would better showcase that (plus she’d feel cheated if it wasnt august sader or even stefan to do it for her)
- when tedros finally sees agatha in her wedding dress walking towards him wearing that same heartwarming smile that captivated him years before everything just S T O P S the whole world is at a standstill and all he can do is stare at this lovely girl who he is pledging himself to after the wars they fought in between good and evil boy and girl and old and young and when she finally reaches the altar he can feel himself tearing up because until now he hadn’t really grasped that this girl - agatha his one true love - is someone who sees past his exterior and still finds more reasons to love him
- there isn’t almost a dry eye in the house - guinevere is like full-blown crying and even the other students have to wipe away a tear or two for this couple who saved their world when it needed their help the most and for teaching them the true meaning of Good and Evil and how they’re both integral to each other
- sophie is crying happy tears at the sight of her best friends getting married and she is just so happy for them it feels her with the contentment that she’d been looking for in the previous books she’s just so overjoyed and awed that this is actually happening
- agatha wasnt planning to cry - even though people told her that as the bride it was ok if she cried - but the sight of everyone so happy for her makes her shed a tear two which tedros gently wipe away (the ladies in the crowd “awww” at this)
- the rest of the ceremony flies by for tedros and agatha (they spend most of the time gazing into each others’ eyes and to attemting to stifle their goofy smiles) except for the bit of excitement that was their wedding vows
- when tedros and agatha finally kiss to signify the end of the ceremony they share a brief but passionate kiss that end with tedros lightly nipping at aggie’s lower lip (earning some wolf whistles from the everboys and a pointed throat clearing from merlin (who’s hiding a smirk behind his closed fist))
- aggie just laughs it off and share a quick smile with sophie and they proceed to walk down the aisle showered by flower petals and tedros and agatha feel that their ever after is finally beginning
*reblogging to fuel this post the qfg sampler got me terrified*
Chapter Summary: A Year in the Life of Mr Sherlock Holmes. Naturally, he is intrigued by dead bodies more than dead letters. However, to Sherlock’s surprise what intrigues him the most happens to be his boss, John Watson. Interesting… that needs further study, for science, of course!
Sherlock Holmes, in the language of his insufferable brother, was ‘definitely intrigued’ about his job at the dead letter office. At twenty-eight, he had outgrown the horror of drug addiction, which was so characteristic of his younger years. He was actually on his way to work, and in ‘colossal form’ at the very thought of it.
He learnt back in his car seat and grinned at Mycroft next to him. For his first day at work, his brother had insisted to drive him; or, more accurate, to have one of his chauffeurs drive them in one of the many black limousines that seem to have super powers for ‘normal’ people.
[…]
Sherlock had heard much about the dead letters office ‘unique and particular original documents, notes and letters’, from a client who had got a letter returned to them from a brother who had died during WW2. If the truth be told, somewhat enthusiastic, because apparently, he had thought it to be lost forever. Yes, Sherlock Holmes was intrigued. That is why he asked, “Who will be there?”
“The usual staff, Sherlock,” answered Mycroft patiently, “with the addition of Dr. Molly Hooper who is a freelancer. There are Sally Donovan and Phillip Anderson, Greg Lestrade who is the head of human resources, maybe he will give you the ‘grand tour’, as you have so neatly put. Lastly, of course, Dr. John Watson, the head of the dead letters office and the one who hired you as his personal assistant. Try not to mock it up this time. Or, at least, make it one day.”
Sherlock stood up and struggled into his overcoat as the car slowed down and drew to a halt.
“I’ll try my best, brother mine. But as you know very well: I cannot promise anything.”
And with this Sherlock got out and stepped away from the car. He left his brother and his old life behind as he entered the dead letter office in London.
Chapter Summary: Three text chats give a bit of an insight in the (inner) workings of the characters. Or is it all just smoke and mirrors as office gossip so often happen to be?
#AU - Office #John Watson is Sherlock’s boss #two idiots in love #angst with a happy ending #have I mentioned ANGST #epistolary
AKA the fic in which John Watson is a fuck-up who doesn’t want to be a fuck-up anymore and also wants to fuck Sherlock Holmes. That he’s his boss happens to be the least of their problems.
A story about warzones beyond Afghanistan, second chances in life, and how to fall in love. Told in text, notes and (dead) letters.
Text Chat between Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes; or, The Holmes Brothers being chatty. It’s all about The Work, and Alan Turing. A Story in Five Parts.
E-Mail exchange between John Watson and Mike Stamford; or, Cupid is on a mission. His name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. A Story in Two E-Mails.
Then All The World Would See (How Much In Love We Are)by@a-different-equation:John Watson (33) meets Sherlock Holmes (28) and falls in love instantly. However, Sherlock looks for a different kind of fix and John is an ex of many things and people. Also, he’s his boss.
A story about warzones beyond Afghanistan, second chances in life, and how to not be a fuck-up anymore. Told in (dead) letters, notes and texts. It’s a Johnlock love story, elementary. (BBC!Johnlock, mature, ca. 25k)
Chapter Two is Up. And OMG does it look differently now. It took ages but hell, I know why I *love* epistolary. There’s not much more fun than “spying” on the Holmes’ brothers bickering & bantering (which they would deny, of course) :D
There’s something truly exquisite about stories where the real tragedy is the price you paid to stand on top of the world
Hollow victories … sacrificing your humanity on the altar of what you perceive to be the greater good … the loneliness of godhood … regret for the person you used to be … the realisation that there is no way back … *chef’s kiss*
my one skill is expertly manipulating the shape of the eggs I’m cooking so that they fit perfectly onto my toast every time
Bow down to your king
I can’t stop outdoing myself
Remember that post? The one that said “what if we all have super powers but they’re so mundane we don’t realize?” That post? This is proof that post was right
remember, a hard hat and a hi-vis vest, and a friend with their own hard hat, hi-vis vest and a clipboard, and you can get away with all sorts of things
just remember that if anyone asks, act irritated that you were called in on your day off because the guy who was supposed to do it fell sick, then catch yourself and say “anyway, no time to chat, i got a quota to meet” before grumbling about how you should have listened to your mother.
That bar is to prevent unhoused people from sleeping there, for anyone who doesn’t understand why we’re removing it
this is like the eighth time I’ve seen this post and it took me until now to realize they mean recycle the metal bar and use the money you get for it to buy food, not that you should eat the bar ♂️
I blocked them. I blocked them all. They’re blocked, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children, too. They’re like animals, and I blocked them like animals.
today my dad wore a tie-dye shirt i made for him to the hospital where he works. apparently at one point he walked into the break room after seeing a patient and everyone there kinda… just started staring at him. so he got confused and was like “what is it??” and one of his coworkers asked “…is that blood?” and then my dad finally looked down and realized the collar of his shirt was visible though the scrubs, so everyone could see this vivid red splatter right near his neck. with no context whatsoever. in a hospital.
anyways while he was just telling me this story i was mentally here
people are cowards about fantasy settings and not including some things in em. I get the aversion to not wanting too modern of tech, however dwarves would invent and fucking love metal folding chairs
They invented them as a weapon first then later discovered their use as a seating option
If your cat is curious abt what you’re eating always let em have a lil whiff. 9/10 times they don’t even wanna eat it they just wanted to know what it was. it’s cute
Jake Lockley asking an attractive tour guide out on a date for Steven, because he knows they’d have a lot in common and maybe, just maybe, he could score him a girlfriend and a new job all in one go. He’s really been struggling and he deserves a win, ya know?
Jake Lockley, seeing Marc outnumbered in a fight in the desert, fighting Marc for control because he sees his hesitation in ending another life. Knowing that hesitation could be Marc’s downfall if he doesn’t do something about it quickly.
Jake Lockley, the taste of sand and blood in his mouth as he beats his fists on the inside of that sarcophagus, the thrill of hearing Marc and Steven say each other’s names in relief and the sheer want of him needing them to say Jake. The way his heart drops into his stomach when he hears Marc and Steven’s receding footsteps, their voices slipping away down the hall. He thinks maybe Marc saw him for a moment, but he could never be sure.
Jake Lockley, so close to letting Marc succumb to the pain of Harrow’s cane in their chest, because maybe they all deserve to just restfor once. But then he sees Layla, who is so good and everything he can’t be. And in his own way he loves and cares for her too, and the way she brings Marc and Steven joy how he so desperately wishes he could. So he risks letting someone close see him, truly see him, only to be met with her fear. And Marc’s. And Steven’s. And every goddamn body that surrounds them.
Why is what I do never enough? Why is it always wrong?
