Hiding From the MaraudersHiding from the MaraudersHiding From the Marauders5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stormed back into the castle and almost all the way to Gryffindor Tower, before I stopped abruptly in a seventh floor corridor. Going back to the dormitories wasn't going to solve anything. Not where I had books for other tests to study for that would nag at my conscience. Studying for Transfiguration wasn't going to get James Potter and all of his antics out of my mind. Even worse, my thoughts would be more focused on him. Darn him and his skill at Transfiguration. Maybe Potions... no, definitely not Potions, that would bring Severus to mind.
I started pacing up and down the corridor. What I needed was somewhere I could get my mind off of school, escape. The idea of music popped into my head, just before the stretch of wall I was pacing next to changed into a door. I stopped, startled. I wondered if the wall was pretending to be a door. I hadn't fallen for that antic since first year. I tiptoed to the door, looked around at the deserted co
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 1Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter One: Bloody hell Mycroft, you have such bad timing.
Note: I promise you all this is a Johnlock fic XD there is a subplot to this plot! LOL I just didn't want to confuse any of you. Alright carry on.
"I'm getting fat," John stated aloud not really caring if Sherlock heard him or not, as he pinched a small roll of fat between his thumb and index finger. John made a face looking down at it then shoved his jumper down firmly over his stomach, John wasn't sure if he could shower tonight without noticing it.
"Mmm," Sherlock grunted a late reply as he lay on the couch in his dressing gown staring up at the ceiling. John knew Sherlock could care less about his physical appearance as long as John could still run after him during a case. John could proudly say he could still do that even with the bit of weight gain, which was now disappointing him.
'It must be the excess of takeaway I've been consuming with Sherlock' John thought as he crossed the sitting roo
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 3Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Three: Perfect Sherlock being perfect, John thought,
Mycroft sat in his office bored looking out over London out his window. Such a tedious job watching over his brother all the time but what else was he to do, Sherlock need to be looked after. Constantly putting him-self in danger and gallivanting around like he was bullet proof.
Mycroft sighed picking his mobile off his desk but there was nothing new just yet to distract him for a few hours so he found himself looking through his contacts. He found Greg's name popping out to him and he found himself grinning as he started to text.
How are you this evening? MH
Mycroft waited for a reply that took nearly ten minutes to come to him.
Mycroft, do you have any idea what time it is? GL
Mycroft grinned shifting to cross his legs.
I am very aware of the hour, how are you? MH
His reply came three minutes later; Lestrade was shifting around since Mycroft had woken him. Mycroft found him thinking of a half-na
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looked happy just being here touching my back softly.
"Am I dead?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "No, John." His voice is deep and full of life.
"I am dying then," I say but I couldn't help the smile across my face.
"Yes. No. Maybe," He responds shrugging a bit then leans down to kiss my shoulder; his lips felt like rose peddles.
"I am just here; I am
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
Baby Fiasco"You sure you'll be okay?" Hermione looked doubtful.Baby Fiasco5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, Hermione. We'll be fine. After almost a year of doing this, I do actually know what I'm doing."
"I labeled her dinner, and how much she gets. Make sure"
"Hermione! Will you go already!"
Hermione looked slightly affronted, but kissed her husband and daughter goodbye. "Be good for Daddy."
Ginny chuckled and placed their younger son in Harry's arms. "Bye, love."
"You two enjoy yourselves." He kissed her, and with a last wave, the two women Dissapparated, leaving two dads and three babies.
Ten minutes later, all three of them were bawling.
Ron tried to get his daughter to tell him what was wrong, but seeing as all she could say was "Dada" and "Boo", and was too upset to even point at anything, he didn't get very far. He tried giving her a favorite picture book and reading to her,
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 2 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 2 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Two: John can take care of me.
I woke early with Sherlock holding on to me, his hand on my chest and his leg pinning mine down. I grinned feeling his soft hair on my neck; I took a moment to touch it with my fingers. I then slip myself from him slowly so not to wake him right away right now I wanted to get things ready before he woke. I walk downstairs to the kitchen where I set the kettle on for tea then search the cabinets for sugar, I find just enough for this morning. I would need to go out for shopping later when Sherlock was as comfortable as he could be with a sore throat.
The kettle boils and I take it away from the fire to poor into the tea pot. I wondered when the line between caretaker and friends blurred. I didn't mind doing things for Sherlock, most of the time I am just happy to do constructive things since Sherlock was far from boring. It made me feel better most times to make tea for Sherlock or make sure his health was good, make sure
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 3 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 3 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Three: Anything for you.
Sherlock had not tried to leave the house in two days which I do give him credit for since he was not a person easily contained. Though he has started to wear holes into the floors from is pacing, it was obviously getting to him being inside, and he even got dressed this morning in his usual attire.
But his body was still fighting with him so it didn't take long for him to have to sit down then curl up in my lap as I watched telly. His head was resting in my lap my hand on his thin shoulder if we were anyone else. Any other two people in the world we would look romantic. I look down at his head trying not to think, wanting to run my fingers through his damp hair but instead I pulled the covers over him he was still fighting his fever and his throat seemed to be at a standstill.
I knew I needed to take him out soon; he needed to get some fresh air. I knew this but I felt uncertain, I think I was a bit scared he was catch somethi
Sherlock: Youve gotten into my BloodstreamSherlock: Youve gotten into my Bloodstream3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: You've gotten into my Bloodstream
"I think I might have inhaled you,
I could feel you behind my eyes,
You've gotten into my bloodstream,
I can feel you flowing in me,
The spaces in-between two minds,
And all of the places they have been,
The spaces in-between,"
Bloodstream - Stateless
Sherlock: "A jump start of the heart,"
A, symphony all of your own, moving with quiet grace, a structured, practiced flow of music in the form of skin and bone. Every dip, lining up with a perfectly high pitch of tone, anyways something unexpected in-between, something unseen that leaves you on the edge of your seat as if the only thing that matters is to understand the music. To figure out what makes it tick, what makes it fall flat or speed to a conclusion, what make it linger on a tone?
A Pandora's Box I thought I would never open.
A musical instrument I've learned and inspected closely, as perfectly balanced like strings on a violin. Every touch creates
go out with meRon banged his sweaty fist on the door. Better get this over with, he thought to himself. It's been three weeks since the war was over. It's been three weeks since he and Hermione had shared that fateful kiss in the room of requirements. They haven't talked about it of course; not that hermione hadn't wanted to, but there hadn't seemed to be a right time what with all the funerals and the post-war cleaning they had been caught up in. All in all, the past few weeks had been spent trying to mend all that had been broken from homes to hearts. It was going to be a while before everyone started feeling happy or even normal again, but at least the reality that the war against Voldemort had finally been won for good was starting to dawn over everyone and sometimes Ron glimpsed shadows of smiles and eyes getting brighter with each new day of victory. Now that the world has started to move forward again, it was time he did something he realized he should have done years ago; he couldn'tgo out with me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Adventure of the Missing ReindeerJohn looked at Sherlock who was meticulously shifting through all the straw on the floor of the stall. Once straw and floor was examined to the detective's satisfaction, he whipped out his magnifier and studied the trough with the same attention to details, dipping a finger into the bottom then held it up to his nose to sniff it.The Adventure of the Missing Reindeer3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A head pocked over John's shoulder and observed Sherlock's antics. A furry, antlered head. A reindeer's head.
“What's he doing?” the reindeer asked.
The talking reindeer. Santa's talking reindeer.
John felt hysterical giggles press their way up through his larynx, but he managed to swallow them, if he started he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all. From the red clad, white bearded, overweight man who had arrived in their sitting room via the chimney – that alone had been enough to spark at least mild interest from Sherlock – over said man's (John refused to believe that it was really Sant
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 2Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Two: "Sherlock is in love with you,"
"What do you want now?" John said with annoyance seeping from his words as Mycroft sat with his legs crossed and his tight lipped smile on his face.
"Just checking in of course," John clenched and unclenched my hands standing in Mycroft's office feeling a bit numb. John doesn't respond to him, just stares him down hoping he would get the point.
"Does my brother know about your little, midnight snogging?" John furrows his brow at Mycroft licking at his bottom lip, "I take that as a yes, poor baby brother," Mycroft shakes his head.
"What do you mean by that?" John asks him and Mycroft presses his lips together amused, looking down at his lap then back up to John.
"Sherlock is not good with expressing himself, but I thought you would have figured it out by now," John presses his eyes closed suppressing the urge to punch something, He hated when Mycroft was cryptic.
"Can you just get to the point?" John then says ste
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 2 Of 2Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 2 Of 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter Two: The Understanding.
When I woke up everything from last night felt like a dream but when I tried to move Sherlock was there pressed against my side. His long limbs draped over mine, still asleep. I shifted my head to look at him, to really look at his beautiful face. He looked younger when he slept and he already looked like a very sexy sculpted baby when he was awake and about. I grin knowing how creepy that last thought was but it's not like anyone will hear me anyway.
I don't move an inch; I just lay there under Sherlock listening to his soft breathing. I could feel his heart beating against my skin, a pulsating point of energy with one objective, stay alive. It was strange to think that without that one organ moving constantly Sherlock wouldn't be here with me. I had no idea what to expect when he did wake up and I didn't want to lose this, this right now where nothing mattered but him laying here with me. This where there were no murders, n
1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -1: Mistletoe: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
To Capture a Glimpse“Come here, you, come and look at these.” Jackie sat down beside the Doctor, crossing her legs underneath her as she opened the photo album on her lap, moving it across to balance between them. “Isn’t she beautiful?”To Capture a Glimpse3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked at the first photo; Rose, just a few hours old, wrapped tightly in her mother’s arms as her head rested on her chest. “Yeah.” He turned his head as Rose perched on the arm of the sofa beside him.
She leant towards him and peered over his shoulder. “Oh, Mum!”
She chuckled. “Shh, you’re adorable and it’s not like there’s any inappropriate ones. Neither of us was ever like that and I assure you you’re just beautiful in every single one.”
The Doctor smiled and lightly put his arm round Rose. “Go on, let me see them.” He pointed at the first picture of her. “Look, you’re beautiful.”
She softly laughed, curling into him and looking over his shou
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1
Part One: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
My best friend Sherlock Holmes is dead.
This building never looked so tall before, honestly Bart's was never the tallest of all buildings but when I look up now it hurts my neck. Its blinding and I could see Sherlock standing up there, his black coat sweeping around his legs as he stared down at me. I cannot hear what he's saying; there is nothing but a droning sound coming from my phone.
I think he's cry, but I'm not sure if I know he's crying or my brain is making this up.
My brain must be making this up, I must be dreaming, because now I am running. I am running through the empty darkened halls of Bart's looking for Sherlock. I was searching for the door to lead me up to the roof, my mobile pressed to my ear and I think I'm shouting or Sherlock is shouting at me but I cannot understand the words.
Opening doors that lead to nowhere, these doors are all dead ends hundreds of doors, if don't hurry She
One Doesn't SimplyYou and the stranger both like johnlock.One Doesn't Simply3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You: Get off the roof, John. –SH
Stranger: Who is this? –JW
Stranger: This isn't funny. –JW
You: Irrelevant. –SH
You: This is no joke, John. –SH
Stranger: This is ridiculous. –JW
You: Now get off the roof before I come up there and get you. –SH
Stranger: I'm staying up here. –JW
You: I don't want you to do something stupid, John. –SH
You: Don't be boring. –SH
Stranger: Piss off. I don't want to live on this planet any more. –JW
You: And why not? –SH
Stranger: Because everything is stupid. –JW
You: You're being stupid if you think jumping and ending your life will change anything. Now tell me what the real reason is. –SH
Stranger: I've told you. I don't want to be here anymore. I plan to die - I'm accustomed to the thought now. I want to, even. -JW
You: But why? One doesn't simply want to die because everything is "stupid." -SH
Stranger: But everything is stupid. And I do want to die. This planet is boring. Goodbye. -JW
You: John, don't you dare
The Final Case: Part Three"Oh, Sherlock," John sighed as he approached his friend, who was downing another drink while giggling at the bar tender, who was smirking slightly and leaning on the counter. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and caught his attention. "You okay?"The Final Case: Part Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine, Jothn," Sherlock slurred, smiling up at his friend and turning completely in his seat to face him. "Neva' felt betta."
John sighed heavily but couldn't help but smile down at his beaming friend. "How much did you drink?" John asked, chuckling and brushing a strand of hair out of Sherlock's eyes as he attempted to blow it from his forehead.
"He only had about twenty glass," Steven sighed. "I'm sorry, I was going to stop him, but he did that… that mind trick shit on me and… well, I suspect you know how that goes, being his partner and all."
"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not- I mean, I just his friend," John corrected, waving his hands and laughing nervously. "He's not my partner."
"Oh, my apologizes. I've just heard so much about you that
LavenderHe was flying above the trees, with nothing underneath him for support. He spread his arms out to either side of his body and relished in the cool air that whipped past him. He looked down, and he watched as the choppy sea played just below his shadow. If he stretched his hand down, he could just skim the surface of the water.Lavender8 years ago in Romance More Like This
The longer he gazed at the cerulean depths, the clearer a face became on its surface. The eyes came first: dark brown and full of love. Then, the nose and mouth: both petite and gentle. Her whole face came together bit by bit until her bushy brown hair bordered her features and her mouth broke into a grin.
Hey, you, she said in the most delicate voice, giving him a slight nudge.
Ron opened his eyes fully and saw Hermione leaning over his bedside, her hair dangling over him just enough to tickle the sides of his face.
He grinned at seeing her first thing in the morning; it was quite a change from the strident orange posters he was accustomed to seeing.
All the Stuffed Animals at the FairAll the Stuffed Animals at the Fair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: The second Phil laid eyes on the green teddy bear perched atop of his desk he knew Barton was up to something. He just wasn't sure what.
All the Stuffed Animals at the Fair
It was dark outside and a cold wind and slow drizzle set the stage as they waited for their target to arrive. Everyone was alert, finger-on-the-trigger and ready to obey the first order given to them. Until then, lines were ordered into radio-silence.
"So, what's your favorite color, Sir?"
Phil Coulson resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew radio-silence meant nothing to Clint Barton unless the situation deemed it absolutely necessary. Absolutely necessary in Clint's opinion, that is, and since that always differed from his own, this was not a new situation of any kind. "Radio-silence, Agent Barton."
Clint's huff was loud and clear over the comm. "That's not exactly a color, Sir."
"The target is nearing from the south-east at rapid speed, Sir." Someone suddenly warned, voice a whisper ove
14: Gingerbread: Johnlock"John, do you need something? I´ll go to the supermarket" Sherlock asked.14: Gingerbread: Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John looked up from his laptop.
He was suprised.
"You... go to the supermarket? YOU?!"
- "Yes... I do this. Why?"
"Well... this would be the first time you go into a shop like this."
- ".... there´s always a first time for everything."
"Ok, ok.... let´s see... I´d like to have some gingerbread."
"You asked me, I gave you an answer. So don´t complain."
- "..... fine. See you."
Sherlock left the flat and didn´t return for over one hour. John started to worry about him but then, finally, he returned.
"What happened that you were more than an hour out?" John wanted to know.
- "I helped a girl who lost her cat. We found it after 20 minutes."
"Aww, sweet." John hugged Sherlock.
"Do you have the gingerbread?"
- "Of course, and I´d like to feed you with this... ~ "
John smiled. "I exactly know where this will end ~ "
Sherlock kissed him. "And I know that you
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 1 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 1 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter One: Sleeping next to you.
"John?" A rough voice called my name from my door, half asleep I roll over to see Sherlock watching me. His thin frame covered by a white sheet.
"What is it Sherlock?" I asked fighting the urge to close my eyes and fall back into a deep sleep.
"I wanted to ask you," He swallows a bit wincing at the pain he must have felt in his throat; I could tell he was sick. He looked paler than normal, his hair a mess and his face a bit flushed at the cheeks.
"If it would be alright if I stayed in your bed to night." I wasn't expecting that. Maybe for him to ask me for tea or to check to see what he had since I was a doctor, anything but him asking to come in bed with me. I would have said no any other night but him standing there by my door made him look like a child wanting to crawl into bed with his parents for comfort.
"Alright," I said shifting around in my bed to come loose from the sheets that I managed to twist around my body in s
Chapter Four HGChapter FourChapter Four HG4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I untangled Harry from me, he groaned a bit but today was my day with my sister in law, Hermione, I needed to talk to her about things I couldn't talk to Harry about.
"Don't" he said as I tried to crawl out of bed.
"Why not?" I said kissing him.
"I have the day off, the Gala is tonight and I wanted to spend it with you." he said kissing my neck.
"Tempting but Harry, I planned this with 'Mione before she left on her honeymoon I can't cancel now."
"Please" he begged pulling me back into bed
"No I need to see her I need a girl afternoon." I said getting up.
"Are you sick of me?" he pouted coming over to me
"Then why don't you want to stay with me?" he said turning me around
"I told you, Hermione"
"That's it just that you want to have a girls day?" he quirked an eyebrow "Really Ginny?"
"Yes that's it."
"It just that you haven't been out much since the tryout and I haven't been here much because of the ministry, and I don't know I thought we could have a lazy da
2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-wa