Cheating"I'm so bored!" Sherlock sighed and slumped into his armchair.Cheating1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
John has been gone for three days now and Sherlock hasn't even got a text from him. Should he text him? Would calling him be out of the question? Was he over thinking this?
Sherlock pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number, placing it to his ear. It rang three times, and then John's voice picked up.
"Sherlock? Hi!" He was giggling.
"Oh, John! You're soooooo strong!" Some woman's voice purred faintly.
"Oh stop!" John giggled again, away from the phone.
"John?" Sherlock asked, his heart racing from anger and hurt.
John laughed a little. "Emmmm Sherlock I
CondomsJohn bent down to examine a box of tea when he felt a hand on his shoulder. A long, dramatic sigh sounded above him.Condoms10 months 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," Sher
The kiss of nights comfortThe kiss of nights comfort1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another man down.
Another friend down.
"Noo. . ." John murmurs in his sleep, his head moving to the other side of his pillow.
Another gunshot, followed by a loud boom as dirt flies into the air and comrades fall.
"Noo. . . noo. . ." He says more urgently, like a quiet, desperate cry.
The image changes.
It's Sherlock, on the roof of the hospital again.
The scene replayed in his head.
Sherlock sending his 'note' and jumping.
"SHERLOCK!" John bolts upwards, wide awake and breathing hard. He looked around, making sure that he was still there in his bedroom of 221b Baker Street. His and Sherlock's flat.
"That was two years ag
A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.A Week Without John1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arms wrapped around John's waist as Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder. John froze, hand half wrapped around the milk.
"Good morning." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock's hand was wrapped around the belt that held John's robe closed. He pulled it slightly till the knot was threatening to fall apart, revealing John's body underneath.
"May I, John?" Sherlock asked biting John's ear.
John moaned and giggled, closing his eyes. Sherlock pulled the string a little more, almost having it fall apart.
Did Sherlock know?
The knot broke and the robe fell open,
Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anche quella sera pioveva.
Grosse nuvole si erano addensate due giorni prima, verso mezzogiorno, e da allora lo scroscio d’acqua non aveva smesso di battere sulle case.
Le strade erano tristi e vuote, nessuno aveva voglia di uscire con quel tempaccio, erano tutti rinchiusi in casa o in un pub, per rallegrarsi e scaldarsi in compagnia.
Bé, non proprio tutti.
Nelle cantine di una delle case più antiche della città un’ombra si muoveva lentamente, sola e infreddolita, facendo tintinnare lievemente le catene che la tenevano legata.
Dopo molti giri a vuoto della cantina, l’ombra finalmente si sedette in u
Incant and Deduct 7A moment of rather baited silence hangs in the air after that particular revelation.Incant and Deduct 72 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"James. That is impossible." the headmaster states in a voice that is both soothing and balks no argument.
"It is! He said he was James and I should call him Jim and that he'd help me." Boscombe's glasses have practically fogged up as he looks at the headmaster beseechingly
"I assure you, James there is no boy at this school called James Moriarty." the headmaster says.
Sherlock's head whips round to the headmaster as Boscombe gasps. The old man's expression betrays nothing, but the skin around his eyes is tight, as if he is pained by somethin
Incantations and Deductions Chapter TwelveThe expression of shocked surprise on Sherlock's face would almost be comical if John felt anything like laughing. Someone died after jumping from John's window: of course Sherlock would want to check out the room. Obviously Sherlock's surprised that anyone as 'dull and mundane' as John could have worked out his plans.Incantations and Deductions Chapter Twelve1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John." Sherlock begins and then seems to just stop.
John rolls his eyes. "It's alright, I know why you're here, I'm not going to bother you, just wanted to make sure you didn't do any weird experiments on my stuff."
Sherlock just nods, seemingly nervous. He doesn't move; it's as if his feet are rooted to the rug he's standi
Incant and Deduct Part 8John was pretty excited about Christmas for once. Usually Christmas meant boring family occasions, Harry throwing a tantrum and eating too much. It was probably because his birthday was fairly close to Christmas anyway; he just couldn't get very excited. This year was different. This year the Triwizard Tournament meant he'd been able to meet up with his friends from Durmstrang (the ones on the Quidditch team and a few of the boys he'd met in the summer dragon training in Romania.) There was the prospect of watching the Triwizard tournament itself in the New Year. The school had decided that they would postpone it till January in response to tIncant and Deduct Part 82 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Incant and Deduct Chapter 9Chapter NineIncant and Deduct Chapter 92 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John is determined.
This year will be different. He isn't going to let the incident affect his life anymore. It had happened nine months ago, it was time to get over it.
He's going to move back into the Gryffindor dorm. He is, he is. He's a fifth year now he can't sleep in his own cordoned off bedroom because he has pathetic nightmares. He'll be taking his O.W.Ls at the end of the year; he's damn well not going to wimp out, crying off due to illness.
It's not as if he's actually ill, really, the twinge in his leg is nothing, and yes, he has a hideous scar on his shoulder but the physical therapy he's been doing over summer h
LostThe two men were relaxing on the leather sofa, the sun seeping in through the moth-nibbled curtains. Particles of dust floated aimlessly through the air.Lost1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a lazy Wednesday.
No good programs on the telly.
The overall atmosphere was quite dismal and warm.
Sherlock paused before responding.
Nothing to deduce. Nothing to pick apart.
"Why? You afraid I hid another cow appendix in your dresser? 'Cause I didn't."
John smiled faintly at the joke. Even though it wasn't a joke. There had been a cow appendix in his dresser before. He wasn't very fond of it.
"No, no...it's not that."
The Best Sherlock FanficThe Way it All EndsThe Best Sherlock Fanfic9 months ago in Settings More Like This
One day John decides that he is going to tell Sherlock everything he has been holding inside, and walks right up to him.
"Sherlock you are seriously my best friend, and I would do anything for you. No one could ever come between us".
Sherlock is surprised for like a half of a millisecond, but then suddenly smiles like a coked out baby,
"I've been expecting this for a long time now".
He walks to John, and puts his hands on his own cheekbones. John is staring in confusion.
Sherlock then stretches them out super far like an ironing board, and he lies on his stomach.
His legs and arms then retract into his body.
Our Flat Is Very Clean Without YouI clean 'til our freezer is head-freeOur Flat Is Very Clean Without You1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In hopes that my mind will be empty
But I can't get the memories out of my mind, it's true
Our flat is very clean without you
Got an extra mug in my cabinet
I still fill it with tea out of habit
No more eyes or ears or fingers or toes, it's true
Our flat is very clean without you
There is crime on the rise all through London
And the Yard's overflowing at best
But what proves I really miss you most
Is the pain I feel in my chest
Yes, it's true
My life is very dull without you
I brush your mess off of the table
Have a peaceful dinner now that I'm able
But I miss you constantly talking at me,
Who do you think you are?The day had gone better than expected for Lestrade. Sherlock had been on one of his better days and he had actually caught-up with the days paperwork. He still had a daunting mountain of other reports still cluttering his desk but he took the small victory and left the yard in high spirits. His evening had gone well also, a quiet night in with takeaway, crap telly, Mycroft massaging the stress out of his shoulders. Life was blissfully simple for Gregory.Who do you think you are?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mood was spoiled when his phone chirped, informing him of an incoming message. There was no caller ID as he didn't have the number saved but he recognised it none the less.
Why I Don't Ship SpockxUhuraWARNING: THIS IS A RANT. A LONG, FULL-BLOWN RANT AGAINST A PAIRING IN THE STAR TREK: 2009 FANDOM. Look, you don't have to agree with me. In fact, feel free to think everything I say is a piece of crap. It's a free country internet. Here is what I would appreciate.Why I Don't Ship SpockxUhura1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
PLEASE read before you comment. Don't read the title and assume that I'm a terrible person because I'm against your ship.
PLEASE feel free to comment- however, if you are commenting to say you disagree with me, try to be polite about it. Calmly explain why you disagree with me, don't be rude. I don't hate Spock/Uhura fans- I can even understand why they like it. I just don
Star Trek Rant #39460175258For those of you that may not know, there is a poll going on at a popular Star Trek fan site. It's titled "Issues with ST:2009 movie" and is designed to get feedback from the fans- a way for the writers to see what the fans didn't like about the first movie and what they need to improve for the sequel. The options are pretty straightforward: 'Kirk became a Captain too fast', 'Vulcan shouldn't have been blown up', 'new ship design', 'not enough villain backstory', etc.Star Trek Rant #394601752581 year ago in Editorial More Like This
Guess what's winning.
...No, really, guess. You get one guess. And if you get it wrong, spiders will come lay eggs in your mouth while you sleep and when they hatch in your st
Silk TieSilk Tie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jim was slightly surprised when he returned to the modest flat [he needed to be inconspicuous, now didn't he?] that he was sharing with his number one right hand man. The 'meeting' that he had had earlier in the day had worn him out completely, having to deal with such idiots, it really wasn't his fault that he'd had to kill all of them. If they had learned to listen to him the first time than he wouldn't have had to worry about the extra bodies lying around now.
As he moved into the living area he saw a small note. Jim's eyebrow raised as he picked it up, reading the neat, slightly cursive handwriting scrawled across it.
Boss, treat for yo
Busted IBusted I1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNINGS: "Slight" spoilers on 'A Scandal in Belgravia' from Season 2. If you haven't seen it yet and you haven't been spoilered to death, you shouldn't read it. Secondly, this is only part one (: If you don't like this pairing (Sherlock/John), you shouldn't be here as well. First attempt at writing such a thing...
She was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door, dressed in only a bed sheet.
'Well, well,' she said. 'The great Sherlock Holmes, dressed so scarcely. Happy to see me, Mr Holmes?'
'Miss Adler,' he acknowledged, his voice low as usual. 'You've come to disturb us at a rather inconvenient time.' He smiled then. 'Though
The Small GameJohn was beaming. "Donovan said you're a freak."The Small Game7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Damn!" Sherlock looked very put out. "I was being particularly civil to her."
"Exactly," said John. "Acting out of character. Completely unnerved her." Sherlock glared at him.
"Been quite a morning," John continued. "One witness asked where your hat was, another was a fan of my blog and that new DC assumed we were a couple."
Sherlock scoffed. "Don't look so smug. Before we left, I guessed your new password and Mrs Hudson reminded me she wasn't our housekeeper. When we got here, the officer standing guard said I looked taller in photographs and three deductions in, you automatically called
The Pawn's Knight prolougeThe Pawn's Knight prolouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock's Gun was aimed at the ground, poised to fire. John watsons gaze flashed between the gun and the bomb it was pointed at. Moriarty laughed, "Shoot and we all go up." The guns angle changes, pointing at Jim's face. "of course, you do remember the rifles Don't you Holmes? Surely you must Mr. Watson." Sherlock's face began to soften(?), lowering the gun towards Moriarty's feet. A large smile found its way onto the consulting detectives face, and he gave a small maniacal chuckle. John's face shifted, his look screaming oh my god he's gone insane. "There aren't any, are there? No rifles, no people, no guns at all! Only lasers." Moriarty s
I Love YouThey had been dating for six months. Six months and not a single "I love you".I Love You2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was just the start of winter. Christmas was coming up and so was their anniversary. And it was starting to bother John.
Sherlock wasn't a touchy-feely type of person. That had always been obvious. It wasn't like he kept the relationship a secret on purpose; it just didn't come naturally. Public display's of affection, John assumed, were never common in the Holmes household. But that behavior picked up even when they were alone. Sherlock wouldn't instigate any sort of touching or kissing, it was always John. And not once had he said I love you. Even when John s
GMD-Profile: Ray LehmannGMD-Profile: Ray Lehmann7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Ray Lehmann.
Born: November 12th 1960
Fur Color: Red with more light muzzle.
Occupation: Bookstore owner.
Weapons: Venom from spiders and snakes. Use different kind of equipment to get it inside his victims.
Base: Myself, Clas Greve from Headhunters
Voice Actor: Michael Carĝe
Clothing: White shirt, brown waistcoat and trousers and white cravat. Wears a red coat when outside.
* Wears glasses.
*Can be very clumsy in stressed situations .
* Speaks with an exstremly Danish accent.
* Teacher at the Mousedom Univercity of Denmark until he got fired.
* Moved to London and opened a
Oneword: ArchitectureOneword: Architecture1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock was in a bit of a grump after the long drive from London to Oxfordshire, unaccustomed to having to spend that much time in a car for the sake of his new, unwinged partner. His pectorals ached with the effort of drawing his wings in close enough to fit into the small frame. The antsy detective leapt out of the car immediately upon their arrival, giving a good stretch and a few flaps before turning to John with a good-natured expression, as though he'd never snapped viciously at John and the taxi driver out of frustration.
After a quick lunch, the two were soon off, scouting out the town for the professor indicated by their client. Sh
MethodsHe comes home happy, his hair wind-swept and his eyes alight from the memory of the crime scene and the cab driver and the idea of Sherlock Holmes of all people, finding at last a friend. His wife kisses him when he comes in the door and this makes him happy too because he had not expected her home, and her presence, let alone the kiss, is a good surprise.Methods7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Later they are watching telly and he is still happy and she asks him to pass her her wedding band from where she's left it on the desk. She was cleaning, she explains, and she had wanted to take it off to do so. For a moment he turns it over in his hands, the simple gold ring that he'd put
Finale-LyricsMy show's end will come soonFinale-Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I could never reach you
Messages won't find you
"I miss you, I love you"
Finally we can be
Together you and me
This is my finale
It's over, I'm over
Now I can see
How it would be
I have to leave
At my desire
Reach for the end
Cry at my hand
Tears will descend
I have to end this
Head is a blur
Pull the trigger
The end is here no more fear
I will see you
I will feel you
I will have to
Create my finale
I will see you
I will feel you
I will have to
Create my finale