Fitting....

This has always been one of my favourite chapters, and also one of my favourite scenes in the movie. I love the Beavers, and I love their home, and I am glad the kids finally got a proper dinner, after mentioning being hungry more often than I remembered from my last read in the previous chapter. In regards to @no-need-to-say-goodbye ‘s post on a Narnian black market - they even had beer. Wow. On the other hand, I do notice that they have many foods that last long - marmalade, ham, and the beer. All of this could be stored from before the witch’s Winter began… I mean, there Narnian lifespan is so long - considering Tumnus remembers a time before the Winter - so why shouldn’t they store food for such a long time? Weeelll… probably because nobody would have expected that and it’s just a plain weird idea, and all of it would have been used up by that time, and it won’t explain things like potatoes, milk, etc., so yes, it has to be only a Black Market, I suppose with only Archenland, because I am not too sure the Calormenes, Telmarines, and Ettins would really care to help the Narnians, or would they? Perhaps earlier generations of Telmarines were nicer, and the Calormene’s are generally interested in all sorts of trade and might have gotten other things from Narnia that could have been provided despite the winter, like jewellery or something of that sort, or magical items, etc.

Oliver Queen x Reader

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Your stomach grumbled louder than you would have liked in the silence of your building’s hallway, reacting to the smell of the Big Belly Burger bag in your hand. You had taken the day off to run errands and have lunch with friends, but lunch had been hours ago and you’d walked what felt like a hundred miles all day.

You keyed open your front door, struggling while you held your bags and drink, and nudged it open with your foot. With your elbow you flipped the light switch and walked over to drop everything on the coffee table.

“You should lock your window.” A voice said in the relative silence of the apartment.

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF

PROMPT:  Have you done an Oliver Queen one yet ??? (:

A/N: an apology post!! And apparently 24 hours turned into like.. 36. Thank you again for being ever so patient :) Also, I’ve only watched like up to Season 2 so I apologize if it isn’t currently accurate. Also, this is my longest one bc I got caught up and in further apologies !

WARNINGS: sex mention

Probably meeting Oliver through your families.

Instantly being turned off by his young boyish charm and overly suave actions.

But the more times you meet, and the more times he kisses your knuckles, the more you look forward to your next meeting.

Somehow, blindly trading numbers at his Christmas party and soon being taken away by your friends only moments later.

Feeling your phone buzz and seeing his name appear, only smiling.

“Wanna bounce ? :)”

Looking around to see him a floor below you, grinning up and waving his phone, pointing a chin to the door. 

Making a quick excuse to your friends, you bounce.

And since that night, you were together. 

Soon after learning that he is extremely protective.

And soon after learning that, you find out he is Arrow.

Loving Felicity to death and always hanging out with her.

Lowkey being a momma to Thea.

Moving in very quickly because he is constantly worried about you.

Sex, a lot. 

Showers often happen together.

Calling him affectionate pet names and getting him to crack a grin and blush every time.

Family dinners, parties and events are a constant.

Oliver telling you he loves you every chance he gets. 

Come on, he said it on the first date.

Being huge flirts with each other, and no one else.

Except the both of you flirt with Felicity, just to make her blush.

Knowing just about everything he’ll tell you about the island.

Feeling him tighten his grip in the middle of the night when he has nightmares.

Being his medic when he comes home unexpectedly with loud and proud wounds.

The ultimate trusting relationship.

Keeping him on his toes.

Making him laugh.

Getting to wake up next to him every morning.

ever bloom

Summary: You and Sherlock always had a rocky relationship. It’s not until the both of you getting trapped by the suspect in Sherlock’s most recent case where you two have to use teamwork to survive.

You woke up in a large concrete room of some kind. Your head throbbed and you slowly sat up, trying to recollect what happened. You thought you were alone until you hear “About time you woke up” A familiar voice sounded. Sherlock sat right across from you.

“Of all people to be trapped in a dingy room with, why you?” You groaned.

“Nice to see you too” He retorted sarcastically.

The room had a few chairs, dim lights and a bunk bed. You sighed, slowly getting to your feet. You looked around for any potential exits to find none.

“Don’t bother, I already checked for exits. Whoever this person is, clearly wants us to die here. The vents are two narrow to actually try to escape. If we want to escape and tell the tale, we are going to have to work together” Sherlock spoke in his calm manner.

You scoffed “And since when have we ever cooperated together? Every time I have tried, it never works. But when we are in a drastic, life-threatening situation; you now want to work together? You are defintely unbelieveable” he shrugged “Hey, if you want to die here from being an idiot, be my guest Y/N. However, I prefer to escape in one piece” He replied, standing.

“I for once agree with you there” You nodded in agreement. He walked toward you and touched your shoulders gently. You gave him a suspecting look as he leans in close “I’m sorry in advance for what I’m about to do” he whispered. You really now give him a questioning look and before you know it, he uses your knife and promptly stabs you in your side.

You cry out in pain, sliding down against the wall. “I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You” You gritted through your teeth. He gives you a pleading look as he bangs on the door, worsening your headache “HELP! HELP! I NEED A DOCTOR!” He exclaimed as a guard opened the door.

“My friend, S-She tried to kill me f-for getting her in this mess. Please. I did it in self-defense. Just help her” The guard went over to you and examined you. As he was about to assist you, he was knocked out. Sherlock took the keys and helped you up gently “We don’t have much time before he wakes up, let’s go. Again, sorry I stabbed you” he apologized. You nodded as alarms went off “…Sherlock” you said in a worried tone.

He took your hand and started running with you being dragged beside him. Guards from most sides started chasing you. The doors to the exit were starting to shut as your vision blurred. The adrenaline, although present; was starting to wear off. The loss of some blood as well added to the affect. You kept running as far as your legs could take you. Sherlock pulled you through one of the doors at one of the last seconds.

You leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath. You both were safe; for now. Your knees eventually buckled and you fell on to the floor, taking in heavy breaths. It took everything you had not to pass out.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a soft tone. You replied with a nod. He got a bit closer to you “Can you walk?”

You attempt to do so, however, you buckle again and he catches you “I’ll take that as a no. Lestrade should be here any minute. Just sit and relax. You’re going to be ok”

Your vision fades to black. You wake up in a hospitial room an indeterminate amount of time later. Your head was foggy and you felt like you got run over by a semi-truck. You looked around as you tried sitting up, only to discover to have intense pain afterwards. Defeated, you lay back down as Sherlock enters the room.

“How do you feel?” He asks curiously.

“Like lead. Why should that matter? I’m still going to kill you though” you glared. He gives a confused look before realizing what you meant “It saved our lives though”

“You still don’t just stab people you idiotic sociopath” you sighed.

“A High Functioning one thank you” he tried to correct.

“More like dysfunctioning to me” You hoarsely laughed “But I never got to thank you. I have no idea what I’d do if it weren’t for your quick thinking” you added with a smile. He gave a nod in reply.

“Well Y/N, get well. We got another case soon. Don’t want you to miss it” he winked.

“Really taking advantage of John not being around huh?” You asked with a smirked.

“Oh absolutely. Get well soon Y/N. I’ll see you around” He said before leaving you in the hospitial room.