Dear HarryDear Harry,Dear Harry4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you saw that flash of green light, a sinister laugh knocking in your ears and a searing pain on your forehead, did you ever think that you would start childhoods and set souls ablaze?
When you were locked in your cupboard after your awful aunt and uncle refused to give you dinner, again, did you know that you would soon have millions of children smile at the sound of your name?
When you were on the train to Hogwarts, and you met your best friend Ron, did you ever wonder that we were all on the train with you, we were all excited to go to school with you, and we were estatic to be sorted into our proper houses?
Whenever you felt like you were all alone in the world, did you know that we all stood up, applauded and cheered you on, with grins outstretching the world, tears rushing down our cheeks and glasses similar to yours on our faces?
When you were terrified and thought that you had truly met your sticky end, did you know that millions of people would dress up exactly
Beauty and the BeastLife has never been this complicatedBeauty and the Beast3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Because she says she l o v e s you
love her too
But you're a monster!
she couldn't really love you
she deserves someone better
Quit being silly, Remus!
You're plenty smart
You know what you should do
Because she doesn't care
about your "furry little problem"
and even the Beast
was human inside
and Belle fell in love with him
She wants you
and you might even want her
so why not
make her happy?
if you make her happy,
you'll be making yourself happy too
The Madness of Lily EvansThis was done for mwpp_mischief on livejournal. The fest is done, and the prompts posted were really terrific, well worth a look! Here is the prompt I responded to:The Madness of Lily Evans4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's hard to argue when
you won't stop making sense
But my tongue still misbehaves and it
keeps digging my own grave with my"
-Snow Patrol, Hands Open
The Madness of Lily Evans
Ah, the library.
I do not hesitate to say that it may be my favourite place in all of Hogwarts. And it's not because of the books, although those are certainly a bonus.
It's because the library is a James Potter-free zone.
It is, in fact, always free of all the Marauders (I don't count Remushe really is a lovely fellow, and in fifth year I very seriously contemplated dating him, but that is beside the point.) Now that James and I are sort ofwell, in a waykind ofmates, I spend time with his gaggle of friends more often than I ever did before. Every once in a while, their ridiculous boyishness gets to be a bit much and I have t
Inner DemonsLily and James PotterInner Demons3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Picture perfect couple, weren't they?
She was so beautiful
he was so handsome
she was wonderful & nice & smart & sweet
he was gallant & dashing & mischievous & smart
and they were cruelly struck down young
but they live on, angels (demons)
because the world holds them as symbols of perfection
beacons of light
(and no one can be quite as perfect as the Potters)
A Long Awaited ProposalA Long Awaited ProposalA Long Awaited Proposal6 years ago in General More Like This
Rain fell fast and hard, making sheets of icy water that were virtually impossible to see through. Remus Lupin stood in the thundering downpour, his worn and patched traveling cloak whipping violently around him, as he stared across the street to an undersized home belonging to a young witch with heart-shaped face, who he wanted to see so desperately.
The house reminded Remus a bit of himself: gray, dingy, meager, weak, and too old to be put back the market because no one would buy it, so hopefully the owner still loved it enough not to move on.
There was a glow of a bedside lamp coming from one of the windows. Remus could barely make out the silhouette of a woman lying on her bed, waving her wand at the wall as if painting something; she often did when she was thinking. Remus knew this because he had once walked in and broken her thought process, when he lived there after Sirius had died and she needed a shoulder to cry on.
A lot had happened in the past three
Coffins and stethoscopes pt.3Sherlock locked the door to 221B with a good idea of where he was going to feed. He sighed as he walked in the shadows, hunting. He noticed the sun coming up and frowned; the sun didn't kill him like most people thought it would to vampires. It just made him weaker. He looked around, a few drunks would be around here, but he didn't know if he would get anyone good. He sighed as he pulled out his mobile to call Molly.Coffins and stethoscopes pt.33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello?" Molly answered her phone cheerfully.
"Molly... I need your help again." Sherlock sighed. Molly had been the only person he had told about being a vampire. She had the access to the blood Sherlock needed.
"Again? Sherlock, someone is going to find out eventually. Lucky for you, though, I am the only one here right now. Get here fast and you can have 4 bags." Molly hung up. Sherlock walked swiftly into the morgue.
"Molly..." He said, announcing himself.
"Over here. I'm checking this body. The keys are on the table. You know where to go." Molly nodded her head to the
Coffins and stethoscopes pt.1Sherlock curled up on the sofa, his stomach ached from hunger. His body screamed to him that he needed to feed, yet he denied himself the satisfaction. Sherlock didn't think himself a monster nor did he hate himself like so many of his kind did, but rather he knew what his only food choice was. He gulped as he pictured John's perfectly tan neck; John's heart would race as Sherlock delicately leaned closer. John would give in as Sherlock's teeth would sink into his skin, the aphrodisiac in his saliva would guarantee that He shuddered as he silently scolded himself. John was his friendCoffins and stethoscopes pt.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
John whistled as he walked down the sidewalk. He had never felt so energized before and instead of taking a cab he decided to walk home from work. He smiled as he thought of kissing Sherlock. Just to surprise him he told himself. He was feeling kind of outgoing and he didn't care what Sherlock would do or what he would say later on, though he figured he would regret it later.
Sherlock sighed de
ReunionJohn sat at his laptop, staring at the empty space on his blog. It had been a while since he had sat down to type something intelligent and interesting, but today he felt he should write something. Anything. Today was the anniversary of Sherlock's - his old roomate and best-friend's death. John deemed today to be an appropriate day to pay homage in some small way. He began to type.Reunion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three years. Three years today. There is so much to say, but cannot be expressed in words. I used to wonder why he did what he did. I still don't know why. All I hope is he is somewhere better. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. I still continue to do so. He was my best friend.
John hit the send button, and his blog was updated. He stared at the screen blankly for a few minutes, before resting his head in his hands. He inhaled deeply, like his therapist had directed him to do, and exhaled, trying to relax his trembling limbs. He expected it to get easier. With each passing anniversary of Sherlock's death, time wa
CondomsJohn bent down to examine a box of tea when he felt a hand on his shoulder. A long, dramatic sigh sounded above him.Condoms3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Get bored of people watching out front, Sherlock?" John asked, giving Sherlock a glance up for a second before turning back to the tea.
"Yep. Everyone is so booooring!" Sherlock said dramatically, throwing his head back.
"I'm sorry we're all so boring to you," John mused, shooting him an angry glance.
John stood and sighed, rubbing his knee. He threw the tea in his basket and started down the aisle, listening to Sherlock follow him.
"Oh, don't be like that, John. You know you're not quiet as boring as everyone else," Sherlock said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Sherlock suddenly reached into John's basket and pulled out a box.
"What are -these-?" He asked, turning the box over. "Condoms? What do you need -condoms- for? I know you take them on your dates and all, but you never -use- them."
John's face brightened and he reached for the box, Sherlock pulling it out of
Earth Angel p3Something in Sherlock made him want to believe John. He wanted to believe him and fly again, but he had heard the same thing from at least 10 other doctors. Sherlock nodded slowly, not trying to get his hopes up. He cleared his throat.Earth Angel p33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Any other questions?" He asked slowly.
John thought for a moment.
"I don't think so." He bit his lip.
"What is it like to fly?" John said a second after.
"It... It is so fantastic. So free. I just... It is so hard to explain." Sherlock seemed like his breath had been taken away. "I remember the first time I flew I was very scared I was going to die... " Sherlock chuckled, "I flew from the top of the steps down to the sitting room's floor. I was 3."
John's eyes widened.
"Three?" He shook his head.
"I can't imagine." John looked at Sherlock tenderly.
"I hope we can figure this out so you can fly again." He turned and walked to his bedroom without another word.
Sherlock followed John.
"What is so amazing about me being three when I achieved flight?"
It's Just Not Your BattleJohn sat in his arm chair, not making eye contact with the DI that sat across from him. He sat in Sher- -his- old chair. Why did he have to sit in -his- old chair?!It's Just Not Your Battle3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John?" Lestrade asked slowly, pulling John from his ever painful thoughts that seemed to be twisting in his head.
John looked up to meet Lestrade's eyes at last. He didn't say anything, just rose an eyebrow to let him know he was listening.
"John, you can't stay up here forever... I know it hurts, losing your best friend and all, but-"
"He wasn't just my best friend..." John cut in, lowering his gaze once again to the carpet. "He was so much more than that. He was my life, what gave my life actual meaning. He pulled me from the depths of darkness no one could even reach me in. That man was everything..."
John sat there in silence for a moment and Lestrade felt like he was going to continue. His heart skipped a beat then dropped as John removed the pistol from his jacket pocket and raised it to his temple.
"He was my life,
20 Questions pt.11.20 Questions pt.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock sat at the table reading. John was making tea like he always did in the morning. Sherlock hummed slightly as he ate his toast when a thought hit him.
"John, babe." he said not looking up from his book.
"Yes, love?" John said still groggy with sleep. He placed the tea bag in his cup and another one the cup next to it. He set one of the cups in front of Sherlock.
"Who are we inviting to our wedding?" Sherlock asked gently, smiling at the cup of tea John had made for him. He loved that John did small things like that for him.
"Well, my family. I really want Harry to be there. Your family," John smiled at Sherlock's grimace, "Yes, everyone, love. I want them to see how happy you are. Friends if you would like. You better be there though." John smiled at Sherlock from across the table.
"We are not inviting my family." Sherlock argued. The thought of even Mycroft there made him shudder.
"Yes. We will invite them. If we don't send them a wedding invitation, then I will personally
The Not-So-Golden TrioSometimes, you'd forget what your name wasThe Not-So-Golden Trio3 years ago in Drama More Like This
(that was all you were ever called)
Then when you went to Hogwarts, there were more names
Boy who Lived
The Chosen One
Don't call me that, you wanted to say
I'm not special
I'm not any different from you
You wanted to tell them your name
Shout it from the tallest tower
Whisper it in every crack and crevice
I'm Harry. Just Harry.
Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley.
That's all you ever are
just another part of a group
another Weasley, another Gryffindor, another quidditch player
Bill's the cool one, plus Head Boy (everyone loves him)
Charlie's the quidditch player (though it's not like working with dragons is average)
Percy's the smart one, the ambitious one (never broken a rule in his life)
Fred&George, they're the troublemakers, the clowns (because laughing never gets old)
Ginny, well, she's the only girl, but she's got a stubborn streak a mile long (and a fire that's a
20 Questions pt.1 ((Moved))-------------20 Questions pt.1 ((Moved))3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alright, so I am slowly deleting these from my personal account. They are being posted again on a JOINED ACCOUNT so no freaking out.
Links to the account and the reposted story are in the comments.
My LoveThe moonlight casted shadows through the prison bar windows. It left black streaks on Sherlock's face as he laid on the uncomfortable bed, staring up at the pale ceiling. He had been in there three weeks on a false charge. Everyone thought he was someone he wasn't, even after pleading that he was in fact Sherlock Holmes. They laughed at him, saying that Sherlock Holmes was a dead man. He had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time.My Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes moved to stare at the full moon, the light almost matching the colour of his eyes. He longed for home, to be with John. Breaking John's heart was the hardest thing he had ever done. He tried to divorce himself from feelings, but John had somehow found his way into Sherlock's cold heart, and there he stayed, bringing warmth to it. All the warmth disappeared when he saw John cry at his grave; just a cold dead hollowness replaced it. That was three years ago, and nothing had changed. He felt numb, hollow, dead, cold. He was lost without his blog
AloneJohn had the flat to himself. Sherlock had been called to the station and left his injured John at home. He'd sprained his ankle from a slip and fall. It wasn't a bad sprain. He was using his old cane, but it did make getting around a bit painful. Sherlock was being a complete mother hen. So it was nice to be alone, quiet and unfettered by Sherlock's constant attentions. With Sherlock it was feast or famine. That's the way it was with the worlds only consulting detective, John had to get his quiet when he could.Alone3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd finished his latest blog entry. Rubbing his tried eyes, thinking about what needed his attention next.
"Well, I don't think there is anything really urgent right now." John said sleepily. He was sitting on the couch, so he just set his notebook on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. Elevating his dodgy leg he decided a nap was a good use of his time.
He slept, longer than he had thought. For when he woke the sun had set outside. He sat up and reached to turn a lamp
Earth Angel p1Sherlock sighed contently as he watched John walk down the street. It wasn't that John was annoying or boring that day, rather that Sherlock was uncomfortable. He made certain that John had walked down the street before shutting the blinds and unbuttoning his shirt. He knew Mrs. Hudson wouldn't burst in on him: she was out with her friends. Something about knowing he had total privacy calmed him. He sometimes wished he could tell people but he knew how that ended. Once his shirt was all the way unbuttoned he pulled it off and began loosening his harness. He cursed at it. He hated it so much, but it was the only thing that kept him safe. With a relieved sigh he pulled it off and let his wings stretch. He shivered: it felt so good to be free.Earth Angel p13 years ago in Romance More Like This
John shoved his hands in his pockets and headed to the bar. Sherlock had been more irritable than normal today, and he couldn't deal with it. Sherlock was normally annoying, but today it was absolutely unbearable. He walked in the dimly lit bar and
The Adventure of the Blushing SoldierThe Adventure of the Blushing Soldier3 years ago in Romance More Like This
THIRD LION'S MANE MURDER – SERIAL KILLING CONTINUES
This time the victim is a young man – Harry Stackhurst, 33, a promising accountant who was found yesterday dead in a back street, wearing a fake lion's mane like all previous victims...
John dropped the newspaper on the kitchen's table.
"When are you taking the case?" he asked rather sharply.
"When Lestrade contacts me," Sherlock retorted coldly.
"This is the third victim, Sherlock!" the good doctor exclaimed, outraged.
"And so Lestrade will call. In fact, here he comes."
Indeed, a police car stopped in front of 221B, and soon the D.I.'s steps were heard in the staircase. He burst into their living-room, breath short.
"You really should come to me before number 4," the consulting detective advised off-handedly. "What about you only wait until there's a second victim?"
Lestrade glared, but he gritted his teeth and repressed an outburst. "Will you prevent the fifth one this time too, or not
Femlock 2Joan stripped her plastic suit and hurried after Sherlock, "Pink?" She asked.Femlock 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pink." Sherlock smiled, "Come on, we have work to do."
"What exactly are we doing, Sherlock?" Joan questioned.
"Looking for her suitcase. It wouldn't have taken the murderer more than 5 minutes to realize they had it, most likely a man, which would be all the more reason to get rid of it."
Joan stopped in her tracks, "We are going through dumpsters aren't we."
"Come on, Joan!" Sherlock called, not answering her question. She turned down an alley and found a pile of trash, she started going through it.
Joan sprinted to follow Sherlock, "I was right." She started to pull trash out of the alley.
Sherlock took another good look.
"Not here." She said as she sprinted down the alley and looked around. Finding a ladder to the top of one of the buildings, she began to climb.
Joan sprinted behind Sherlock and followed her up the ladder, getting a good look at Sherlock's arse in her dress pants. Joan blushed and kept c
Fawnlock Chapter 1Sherlock felt a sharp pain in his thigh, he winced, looking down at it. A long plastic arrow protruded from his skin. He swallowed hard, trying to walk away before whoever shot the damn thing could get to him. He struggled to get away, half limping - half dragging himself away from the scene. He didn’t know where he would go or if he even would make it to safety. He just knew he had to get away... Or he would be dead.Fawnlock Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
John whistled happily as he grabbed the broom out of the garage. The maple trees above his porch had spewed their daily amount of leaves and seeds on the hardwood surface. He whistled happily as he brushed the leaves off his porch, gazing into the woods. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the musky smell of warm earth and listening to the rustle of leaves, he sighed. Quickly running inside, he grabbed his favorite book and his mug of tea before settling into one of his cushioned porch chairs.
Sherlock quickened his pace, trying to put all his energy into getting away. A
Sherlock Drabbles : DomesticDomesticSherlock Drabbles : Domestic3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The front door slammed slightly as John came home, reeling over his bad day at the surgery. He hoped he could have a peaceful night in front of the telly, with a nice cup of tea and some warm lasagne. He opened the door, and made his way to the kitchen to start that cuppa. He opened the fridge and immediately closed it.
Sherlock came running from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping wet. "What John?"
John opened the fridge again and narrowed his eyes.
"Ah" Sherlock said impishly
"Yes. Ah. Care to explain why there are several fingers and an arm in our fridge?"
"It's an exp-" John cut him off
"Don't you dare say it's for an experiment. I've had about of your stupid experiments and random body parts in the fridge. When are you going to pack it in? I don't know what kind of diseases you could be bringing into the flat." He cut off, eyes stinging from trying not to cry with anger.
"John. You know exactly that I bring them home
Three Long YearsThree Long Years3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three Long Years
"John, come on. The party's awesome!"
John waved off his mates with a small smile and went back to watching the ocean. He couldn't stand large crowds after the fall. Every time he looked into one he hoped that he would see Sherlock but he knew that he was gone.
John was invited to a beach house party by Greg to get him out of his new flat.
John left the house and sat on the back steps after Greg started getting friendly with a younger woman. He felt like he was a third wheel so he left. He did see a few of his old mates from university but they were drunk so they were not being themselves. He didn't want to get drunk because he didn't want to end up like his sister.
When he got outside, he felt the cool ocean breeze on his face, it made him feel better. Watching the ocean made him think of the nights when Sherlock would play his violin. John would fall asleep with Sherlock still playing and it was the only times he would sleep without nightmares and he was very gratefu