Death of a Valkyrie (Chapter Three) - BBC SherlockChapter ThreeDeath of a Valkyrie (Chapter Three) - BBC Sherlock1 day ago in Romance More Like This
Lady Amelia Gardener sat at her small table in the sitting room reading the newspaper as her housekeeper, and the woman she had long considered to be her only true friend, Nora Walters, collected her breakfast plates.
"Can you believe this rubbish, Nora?" Amelia asked, spreading the paper open on the table and pointing to a photograph of herself with the caption: Jewel Robbery Gone Wrong!
"Oh dear," Nora said, shaking her head, "it doesn't take them long to hear about it."
"Ugh, they're like bloody vultures!" Amelia said, turning the page over.
"Would you like another cup of tea?" Nora asked.
"Yes please," Amelia replied, turning to the real estate section and perusing the articles.
She was comforted by the gurgling sound of the tea pouring into her dainty china cup with it's pink brocade and golden scrollwork pattern, as well as Nora's presence. She smiled up at the woman whose kind, matronly face glowed in the bright morning sunlight filtering through the windo
What? CastielxPregnant!ReaderPairing: Castiel x Pregnant!ReaderWhat? CastielxPregnant!Reader1 day ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: Naiveness, Cursing, feels, and the return of the buckets. (Ps if you want to use the bucket baby joke, just ask and give credit)
I look at her baby bump,rubbing it, hearing it, and Smelling it.
"Did you just smell my stomach?" (Y/N) said. I looked up at her nodding.
"why?" (Y/N) added.
"I am curious on how a baby is in there." I answered.
"I thought it was buckets..." Dean said.
"Dean no stop." (Y/N) said "okay Cas our baby got in me with your um"
I look at her with puppy dog eyes interested.
"It was buckets" (Y/N) said
"Oooh" I said "that's a lie, I know"
"Okay" (Y/N) said smiling
"I just wanted to see you smile" I said smiling
Guardians of Light, Book 3 Chapter 8“Wow, mom sure didn’t take that easily.”Guardians of Light, Book 3 Chapter 82 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Candace had just left the house of her parents, after having a long conversation with her mother. She did expect the conversation to last long, but didn’t know it’d take three days for Linda to finally understand what she’d been talking about and calm down a bit.
Apparently, both Linda and Candace had seen the same vision of Phineas falling into the ravine between the Edge and the Land of Void.
They’d spent the past few days talking about it, asking each other if they’d seen anything else. But after three days of seeing nothing, Candace and Linda decided to part ways for a while again until Christmas.
Or perhaps until the boys were home.
Candace sighed. Waiting for the boys to get home was the one and only thing she’d been able to do for the past month.
They’d been gone since October thirty-first. And now it was December 5th. When were they finally coming home?
Candace was on her way wa
Sherlock: The Haunted Hotel (part 3 version Eng)As predicted, after about an hour they were in Doncaster, waiting for another train. Five minutes later they got into the carriage. Unfortunately, quite crowded by a bunch of running kids from a school trip. Sherlock with an expression of dissatisfaction, avoided screaming students getting under his feet. John followed him resignedly, losing the last hope for a quiet and peaceful journey. Finally, they entered into the second carriage, less occupied by hyperactive trippers. Holmes opened the first compartment's door and checked the people sitting in it, then closed the door and went to the next.Sherlock: The Haunted Hotel (part 3 version Eng)2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Something's wrong?” He heard a voice behind his back.
“Looking for a suitable compartment, John,” he said with a slight annoyance.
Another interior has been reviewed and rejected.
“Sherlock, I don't want to walk around all the way and look for a suitable compartment,” he stated firmly, overtaking Holmes, then opened the door of last compartment.
Inside, on t
A Good Man Returns From War (Request)A Good Man Returns From War (Request)2 days ago in Drama More Like This
This is a Wounded!Soldier!Male!Reader x Canada Request for :iconhotshot432:
To avoid confusion, you Reader are the little brother of Prussia and the big brother to Germany. And because I can, you will have a German accent (or at least my attempt of one.....)
(y/n) = Your Name
(c/n) = Country Name
(d/n) = Dog’s Name
(h/c) = Hair Colour
(h/l/s) = Hair Length/Style (I know in the army you meant to have short hair, but this is my story, deal!)
(A/N) = Authors Note
The last thing I could remember clearly was my comrades and I being picked up in a jeep and being driven along a dirt road; then, it’s all black. I could feel myself laying on something that was soft but firm underneath me, forcing my eyes to open I’m blinded for a couple of seconds before I realise my surroundings. All the walls were white and so was the ceiling and floor. ‘Vhere am I?’ I ask me self ‘and vhere are my comrades, did somezhing
My brother - Sherlock fanfiction Sherlock had a thought that maybe he would allow himself to express emotion again. Or, more specifically, expressing a form of happiness. He wanted to express his gratitude to his brother... But he didn't quite know how to approach it. So, something his brother told him to never do, Sherlock decided he would try to reminiscence about him and his brother's past. Neither man ever admitted that they were in any means sentimental, but on the contrary. They were more affectionate than any of the most overemotional people know in the history of time. They felt each emotion so deeply, being caught up in their own thoughts and overthinking most things, making each moment of pure emotion felt in an unbearable way. What made it worse is that neither one allowed themselves to express even a moment of real beauty, or real horror. They can't let themselves get caught up in any form of these dreadful human emotions- it would hurt the world if they were normal civilians.&My brother - Sherlock fanfiction2 days ago in Drama More Like This
Johnlock - They are Irritating Fluffy Babies Sherlock was laying of the couch, rambling about the idiocy of the world. John was sitting in his chair trying to write his new blog entry, and unfortunately he can't form his first sentence because Sherlock won't shut his noise hole again.Johnlock - They are Irritating Fluffy Babies2 days ago in Humor More Like This
"You are making it impossible to concentrate here."
"It isn't that hard to make you lose track of thought, really. I could just clap my hands once and that one noise alone would just echo in your mind until it is the only thing you can think of anymore. Even right now, as I explain this, you are visualizing me clapping and you can't stop yourself from hearing-"
"So what are you writing about anyway? We haven't had any interesting cases." Sherlock leaped off the couch, and quickly made his way to the back of Johns chair, peeking over to see the empty screen. "Nothing. You are wasting power on your computer for no reason, " He turned ba
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 8Chapter 8: DinnerWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 82 days ago in Romance More Like This
John was drinking from a bag of blood when Sherlock came into the kitchen. He looked nervous and hovered around like he was afraid to ask something. “There are whispers that a man named Moriarty is the one who hired monster hunters to come after us.” the detective said suddenly “It is likely he is the one who put up cameras in here before Mycroft’s. Heard of him?”
John shook his head and Sherlock sat next to him toying with the salt shaker. “I don’t know what to do.” He laughed suddenly, “I can not exactly ask you out to dinner.”
Sherlock’s eyes widened and he put a hand over his throat.
“Not like that!” John said quickly, and was relieved as he heard Sherlock’s heart rate slow, “I can eat human food, it just doesn't do much. But if it gives me the excuse to go out with the most brilliant man in the UK I will.”
John and Sherlock returned to B