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Simon Petrikov 13 Finn was pressed up against the large, wooden door. His eyes were clenched shut in concentration as he tried to decipher the guttural murmurs on the other side.
It just sounded like a gargling, angry cat to him, but obviously it meant something to the girls speaking so he was resolved to at least try to understand it. So far this was not going well at all.
He had been ushered out of the room by Princess Bubblegum moments after his shout of recognition. His yelling had scared Bedy again so she had lashed out with the pillow and this in turn had set PB into a protective fury. Unfortunately this had been aimed at him and he all but teleported out the door in fear.
This brought him to the present situation which had him smooshed against the ridiculously thick and hard to hear through door.
"Warami.......ot li.......ia," that was definitely Bedy or should he say Betty. She sounded scared and... confused? Well she deserved to be as he certainly was. How in
Simon Petrikov 12 "Simon! Look! Look! Do you see it?" she was jumping up and down, pointing under a bush. He had to move closer, ducking under one of her wildly swinging arms, to see what she meant.
"I don't quite see," he murmured looking back at her, "What is it?"
They were hiking in one of Switzerland's numerous mountain slopes. Betty had been suffering from a case of homesickness, so the two decided to take a break from their studies and vacation among the Alps. It was only the second day of their trip and already, he was in love with his fiancÚ's home.
How could he not, when she held his heart in her hands?
"Look under there, see it's black," she grabbed his arm and pulled him into a crouch next to her. Betty was right, something black huddled under the bush, color striking against the glistening snow.
"What on earth?" he muttered and reached under the branch. He cautiously brushed his glove against the small figure before leaping back when it squawked.
Simon Petrikov Chapter 11 Finn stood up and stretched his legs, grimacing a little at the cracking sounds. He'd been sitting at the human's bedside all night. The warm feeling in his chest swelled pleasantly at the thought. Human. The word was a relief every time he whispered it in the dark. He had the nagging feeling he was missing something every time he looked at her, but he figured it was just because she was human. Just like him! He wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling right now, but it didn't really matter.
He was an adventurer and he had saved the *cough* notsoprincess *cough* from the evil storm, even if he had been passed out most of the time. That meant that yesterday had been a success. AND THERE WAS ANOTHER HUMAN!
He was so excited! He was going to show her everything amazing in ooo and even some of the not so amazing stuff, but that was okay 'cause a lot of that was still pretty cool.
And she could tell him about other humans.
Simon Petrikov Chapter 10 His frustration and rage had reached a peak.
The frantic energy, panic, and anxiety had gathered into a crescendo. He was beyond everything now.
The crown whispers? They were of no concern. Sure, he would certainly pay for his disobedience later, but now they were shoved under the tidal wave of sheer emotion he felt. His will was strong now, defiance surging his veins.
He did not know exactly what he was doing or what he was looking for, but he did know that he had to find it and find it fast. The longing was eating away at his heart.
He turned his feelings around, much more clearheaded than before. He pushed and pushed hard against his restraints as he had in his first moments of wearing the crown. He could remember the consequences of doing so before, but now he only had the world to gain.
Betty.The word sang in his head, thrilled his body to move, to search until he found her.
Simon Petrikov Chapter 9 Ugh...
His entire body was on fire.
He had only stretched a little before his body seemed to burst into flames. From the top of his head all the way to his toes he burned, which was strange because the last thing he remembered was cold.
His eyes slid open and he stared blankly up. The blurry shapes took a moment to focus. He was in the hospital wing of the candy castle like that time when he broke both his legs. He really hoped that he hadn't been asleep for six months this time.
He tried to ease into a sitting position, groaning. This hurt way more than breaking his legs. He panted slightly, sweat glinting on his forehead. What on earth had he done to get this way?
"Finn! You're up!" he spun toward the shout. Jake and Princess Bubblegum just came through the doors, Dr. Icecream right behind them.
Simon Petrikov Chapter 8 He leaned back against the couch, pulling her with him. Lights strung up around the large tree in their living room cast the room in a gentle glow. It was snowing outside, but the freezing temperatures did not touch them. They gave each other more than enough warmth.
He sighed completely content, mind numbingly happy. Everything was perfect. She nestled deeper into his arms and wrapped her own around his chest. He could not describe how being with her made him feel. The feel of her resting against him was the most important thing in the world.
He buried his face in her hair, the smell of strawberries enveloping him. She nuzzled into his neck, sending butterflies loose in his belly. He smiled, thinking of forever. Soon they would pledge themselves to that. He spared a glance toward the bottom dresser drawer and the little sparkle he knew was there. His attention was tugged back to her as she kissed
Simon Petrikov Chapter 7 They searched the room over and over for the Ice King before deciding that if he was well enough to mess it up this bad then he was fine. Finn was still a little worried, but the other two managed to distract him with something just as important.
"Dude, where's your shoe?" Jake asked him. Then everyone was looking at his shoe... er sock.
"I lost it when we went to see the Ice King remember?" Finn shivered slightly, the sun might be out, but the lingering cold was not being nice to his foot. It was a little numb from being uncovered all night.
"Well we should go get it, your foot isn't looking too good," Jake said concerned.
"If we go then we get to check on the Ice King," Finn hedged. He needed to see if he was alright. If the Ice King was in danger then he was honor bound to help, no matter what.
Simon Petrikov Chapter 5 They were all tired.
They had been working all night in the archives, trying to find any hint of another with the mind controlling abilities of the lich. So far, they had made little progress with only Princess Bubblegum able to read the strange writing. Finn and Jake were left grasping at straws as to what the books said.
What they did understand were maps. The ancient masterpieces were spread across tables and scanned for landmarks. Jake was the one to notice the similarities between mountain chains on the map and the ones they themselves had traveled. All of ooo was accounted for with certain exceptions.
Finn noticed that the ice kingdom, candy kingdom, their treehouse, the surrounding forest and plains were on a place called RUSSIA. PB found that the candy castle was built on the remains of a UNIVERSITY, which was a place where people gathered to learn things.
Simon Petrikov Chapter 4 'Freeeeeeze'
The whispers were all that he could hear now.
'Yooooouuu deeseeeerve thiiiissss'
Even without the crown he could still hear them.
'Yooouuuu shooouuuld haaaaavee liiiisteeeenneeed tooo uuuussssss'
They were angry at him.
'Theeeeeeeey aaaaaaarreeeee noooothiiiiing'
They were punishing him.
'Shhheeeee iiisssss noooothiiiiing'
He didn't know why.
'Fooooorgeeeet thhhheeemmm aaaaaall'
He remembered warmth for the first time in a long time.
'Ooooonly weeee caaannn saaaavee yoooouuu'
He remembered looking for something.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 75The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head as his eyes flicked over the living room and made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back in with a look of pure panic on his face just as Sherlock gritted out, “Mycroft.”
It had just begun to rain when you and Mycroft started to make your way back to the flat from the small café down the street, your friend tucking you close to his side as he held his ever present umbrella over your heads. You held your hand out to the fee
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Through the Distorted Glass: A SummaryAfter mourning the loss of their friend, Miguel, Lanetta forces the team to continue on. Tiana has a fit, upset that everyone is just getting up and abandoning the memories of their friend. Not fully understanding Tiana, since she doesn’t speak Pokémon, Lanetta lashes out at her, stating that death is a part of life, and if you let it hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere, always being stuck in the past. She tells Tia that Miguel wouldn’t want her to suffer over him, so she should move on. Tiana reluctantly agrees, and the team heads to Eterna Forest, where they meet Cheryl.
Cheryl is a travelling nurse, on her way to the league to deliver a top secret new medicine called “revive” that supposedly can bring back a freshly killed Pokémon, within limits. Lane finds the technology scary, being a believer that you should respect the dead as they are. The two women butt heads on various issues of Pokémon morality, especially when Lane use
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 74It was around two in the morning when Sherlock’s phone woke you and when he didn’t pick it up you fumbled for it, reaching up over your heads towards the noise until you found it on the arm of the couch.
“ ‘ello?” you answered groggily, pulling your free arm from the sling to rub at your eye. Lestrade's voice started to pour through the phone and you scrunched your eyes tightly closed as you slurred, “Hol’ on. Lemme get’im for you.”
You held the phone over your head, unintentionally smashing it into Sherlock’s face as you huffed in a steady slur, “Sherly… phone’s for you. S’bout the case.”
Startling out of his thoughts at the phone hitting him, he took it from you and you rolled to your good side as he lowly growled, “What?” into the receiver. You snuggled into him, letting the rumble of his voice as he talked with Lestrade lull you back to sleep, only to be woken a moment late
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 72It was a relatively quiet morning in 221B… unfortunately it only lasted about five minutes before all hell broke loose. It started with John coming down to begin his morning as he normally did, with eggs and the paper, only to find you pressed against Sherlock with his hand resting somewhere it shouldn’t. There were a lot of things John could handle, combat pressure, Sherlock’s boredom, malevolent criminals, but not this. He was even starting to get used to the occasional acts of affection between the two of you but this… this was just too much.
Before he could do anything you let out a soft whimper in your sleep and your face turned pained, causing John to temporarily abandon his anger for concern. The way you were sleeping was obviously putting a lot of pressure on one of your broken ribs, probably had been all night, and he watched you shift just enough so that the pain didn’t wake you.
Your brother sighed, rubbing his forehead- he was going to have t
Simon Petrikov Chapter 6 The Ice King woke up disorientated. Already in overdrive, he ripped the blankets off himself and kicked himself free of the rest of the bedding. He was not in his ice bed. No, no he most definately was not.
Everything was pink. Pink was... good, right? No no nonononononono! Pink was bad, no not bad, not there, there was no pink! Why was there pink?! There was not supposed to be pink! There could be no pink! He threw the chocolate packs at the walls to make it go away. It always went away why shouldn't it now?
Leave. Yes he should leave, he shouldn't be in this not supposed to be pink room. He needs to get out NOW! He stumbled to the wall and pushed. Nothing happened. He pushed harder. Nothing happened.
No, he wasn't weak! Was he? No, he was the Ice King, he couldn't be weak. He wasn't weak! Th
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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