Skyfall/Sherlock Fanfiction(00Q)Skyfall/Sherlock Fanfiction(00Q)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
- The name's Holmes. Q Holmes. -
Q wasn't just exhausted, he was burnt out. Forty-two hours of work, including 4 breaks for eating, about 80 cups of strong tea and only 3 hours of sleep, mostly taken in by napping with his forehead flat on his desk, resulted in a very worn-out quartermaster.
He hadn't looked at himself in a mirror for nearly three days, but he could bet a hundred quid that his scalp looked like it had a bird's nest on top of it. His eyes must have been bright crimson with sleep-deprivation, and have darkened bags underneath at that point, because work had really been sapping his energy.
And all because of that one, pesky case...
It was so, that an assortment of field-agents had disappeared over the course of 6 days, totalling in 11 agents. All vanished, no trace, no messages or orders, no real odds that they could've been kidnapped, not all in the same span of time.
Q had been active non-stop for two and a half da
Sometimes it was just too close a callSometimes it was just too close a call.Sometimes it was just too close a call3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Q knew perfectly well that this was their job, that this was their brand of normal. But that didn't mean he was always prepared for these moments, nor that he wanted them to happen. They belonged to the job and he would try to live with them and be torn between hopelessness and hope whenever James was presumed dead, because he couldn't be dead, he always came back, it was his hobby, but there was just no chance he could have survived that (but luckily he hadn't dared not to survive yet). In the end no one could say whether James survived or died, not until he walked back into HQ as if nothing had happened and Q hadn't spent the time between whatever the reason of death was this time and James' return, worrying and trying to find him (how he managed to escape all of Q's attempts to find him was still a mystery).
But sometimes it was just too close a call.
There were these moments when James would get shot or pulled one of his stunts and Q ju
00Q - Happy Anniversary LoveA hand brushes my hip and I automatically shift away, focusing on verbally abusing the moron that decided to sleep on stake out and jeopardise the entire seven agent mission. Another touch on my hip, this time accompanied by breath dancing across the back of my neck; I shrug them off, annoyed, and concentrate on my screens.00Q - Happy Anniversary Love2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shoo." Soft laughter from behind me and a light kiss is pressed to the back of my neck. "Go away James." I pause as what I just said hits me. "James..?" I turn to see my partner, battered and bruised, but very much alive and more importantly here.
With a quick gesture for R to take over my coms, I suppose nothing really needs my attention, I grab James' (very expensive) jacket and half drag him towards my office.
The moment the door closes behind us I'm pressed against it, dark wood smooth against my back as James buries his face in my neck, arms wrapping round my waist.
"I wasn't expecting you back for another few days." He mumbles something unintelligible against
Prompt 2: Metaphor"Christ," John swore, rushing into the living room, water dripping from his hair, face, and clothes. He tugged his drenched coat off, crossing into the kitchen to hang it over a chair.Prompt 2: Metaphor4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked absently, standing in the middle of the flat, absorbed in a book. He took a moment to glance over at his flatmate. "Take your shoes off," he scolded, tracking John's muddy footprints with his eyes. "You're making the place dirty." He returned to his book.
John turned and pointedly swept a gaze around the flat, completely taken over by Sherlock's mess. "It's raining cats and dogs out there," he said finally, choosing to ignore the comment. He did remove his shoes though, kicking them off as he plugged in the kettle, since he knew he'd be the one cleaning up the tracks he left. The thought of Sherlock actually tidying up was ludicrous.
"And why can't you leave your coat downstairs instead of letting it drip all over the " Sherlock stopped midsentence and stared at John
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John was climbing the stairs to 221B when he heard an unfamiliar noise come from behind the door. It sounded inhuman and John was wondering whether Sherlock was doing another one of his animal experiments.
John opened the door to find Sherlock half buried in a pile of Easter eggs and holding a large box in his hands.
"Sherlock Why did you was your money on so much chocolate?" John whispered, trying not to get angry at Sherlock as he was trying to do something nice for John.
"Oh these? These are all from Mycroft. This is from me." Sherlock stepped forwards and extended his arms toward me so I would take the box from his hands.
John took the box and hesitantly began to open it. Sherlock stood tapping his foot as he was impatiently waiting for John to open the box.
"Here." Sherlock ripped and tore at the box. He left the lid on for John to open.
John took the box back from Sherlock and began to lift the lid. John looked down and inside that large box was a small, fluffy, white, litt
Three times John Watson was...THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR, ONE HE WAS BAD AND ONE TIME HE MANAGED TO BE A GOOD PATIENT.Three times John Watson was...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR
Come at once, your presence is very much needed. SH
At work, can't leave. Once make tea yourself JW
I need to consult you in the medical matter. SH
If you glared mycrofts head off, then no, there is nothing i can do. JW
Fascinating. You really think you're funny. SH
How can one pull an inch of glass splinter out of one's foot? SH
Your kidding JW
MY kidding? It hurts. SH
If YOU'RE wondering, your grammar and my foot both hurt. Can't tell which one more. Foot, I think. SH
don't move, i'll be in 10. JW
Oh my, that puts an end to my desire to run a marathon right now. Are you thinking when you're writing, or you just hit letters at random? SH
John Watson, using his very own brand of magic and/or several quantum paradoxes, managed to get to the flat in 7 minutes and 47 seconds; he took another fifteen seconds to climb up the sta
file - J.Watson - ATTRACTIVESherlock looked up from his laptop. John sat opposit him. He stared at John a for few moments, before going back to his computer.file - J.Watson - ATTRACTIVE3 years ago in Romance More Like This
file > J. Watson
Has dark-blue eyes you easily get lost in. Ash-sandy-blond hair I want to ruffle my hands through. Is fit. He has a way of smiling that makes me want to do things I never thought of doing before. He...
Sherlock stopped typing. Did he really think of John like that. Sherlock looked up again. This time meeting Johns eyes. They kept their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then John looked away, almost looking embarassed.
'Interesting... He seemed flustered by just looking at me. Let's test something, shall we.' Sherlock darted upward and walked over to John.
John looked up quickly, then returned to his own laptop. Sherlock leaned over his shoulder and whispered in John's ear.
"John,I'm running a little experiment. I'm going to ask you a few... personal question. And you're going to answer every question I ask with yes or no. No ma
all because of one sheet (Johnlock)"John?"all because of one sheet (Johnlock)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
"Would you please shut up, Sherlock?"
"I'm right, am I not?"
"Damn, no, Sherlock! You aren't right! And I don't like this experiment very much! I'm begging you, put on some clothes!"
"Why do you think it's an experiment, John? I'm just looking for my sheet, but I can't find it. Maybe Mrs. Hudson put it away..."
"Yeah, maybe." John grumbled. "Go and ask her!"
SeaLat: Pillow FortHow often, and when, can a beaten boy be so lucky,SeaLat: Pillow Fort5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As young teenager, Raivis; the hero in this story?
Not two hours ago did he receive a crayon-written letter
From little Peter, who wanted to know Raivis better.
So Raivis, all bashful and nervous and worried,
Threw on his boots and his coat in a hurry,
And bit on his nails 'til his fingers were sore
While on his way to little Peter's front door.
Thrice did he knock, though the third was but sound,
And soon could he hear Peter's feet thump and bound
Down the stairs, through the hall, and he threw open the door,
And threw himself on Raivis with a mighty, chirping roar
Of laughter, to which Raivis winced and smiled,
And Peter giggled, and shyly adverted his eyes.
Peter called to his papa a cheerful goodbye
And skipped from the porch to glance up at the sky
Full of candyfloss clouds, which he tried to convince
Raivis that this is where the world's candyfloss begins.
Nodding along to appease the boy,
Raivis tried to keep up with the laughte
HandcuffedJohn woke up feeling a bit odd. His bed felt slightly warmer than usual and his soldier's instincts were kicking in and telling him that somebody was in the room staring at him. John shifted around carefully, and turned on his side to see exactly who was intruding in his room.Handcuffed4 years ago in Settings More Like This
John groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Sherlock was indeed staring at John. In fact, he was sitting right next to John on his bed, still wearing the same exact clothes he had been wearing last night. Somebody didn't go to sleep last night.
Pretending to ignore the man, John turned back over on his side and checked the clock on his bedside table. It read five o'clock, exactly on the dot. John shifted again to stare at Sherlock.
"Should I be glad that you at least gave me until early morning to sleep?" He asked sarcastically. Sherlock rolled his eyes lowered his head so that they were looking at each other in the eyes.
"John, I need help with an experiment." Sherlock said.
"Of course y
The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
The Kids Are Not AlrightMr. America spouted some crazy idea about genetically engineering a giant tomato that could regenerate itself to end world famine. Mr. Spain, of course, was enthusiastic about the idea. Mr. South Italy, not so much ("Shut the fuck up, you damn tomato bastard!"). Mr. Britain scoffed at his former Colony's outlandish idea ("Yet another half-wit scheme ") and it all went downhill from there, much to the entertainment of Mr. Russia.The Kids Are Not Alright3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just another day at the World Conference.
Raivis Galante, the Nation of Latvia, used Mr. Russia's lack of attention on himself and his fellow Baltics to slip away before Mr. Germany could once again restore order, making a beeline for where he'd seen another familiar face.
His best friend Peter Kirkland, the (Micro)nation of Sealand, sat at the table in the main lobby, enjoying his usual ice cream float and swinging his legs under his usual chair. Seeing Raivis, the blonde's cerulean eyes took on a joyful light as he waved.
Raivis waved back, but not
The Little NationLe Petit Prince © Antoine de Saint-ExupéryThe Little Nation5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hetalia: Axis Powers © Hidekaz Himaruya
*NOTE: some of the countries speak in their own languages in this story.*
"Mama, I can't sleep," Sealand whined to a very tired Finland. The older nation just rubbed his temples. It had been a long day, and he didn't appreciate the young micronation calling him "Mama." He was a man, after all. But Finland just gave an exhausted smile and asked "What seems to be troubling you?"
Sealand gave an irritated look. "I don't know; I just can't fall asleep." He pouted his lip and fidgeted his feet underneath the covers.
Finland sighed. "Well, then, how about I read you a story?" The boy was silent, but nodded his head. Finland gave a small chuckle and hovered sleepily over to the bookshelf. He picked out a thin volume and showed the cover to Sealand. It read The Little Prince. It was a favorite that Finland knew well; and, each time he read it, he was somewhat surprised tha
Sniper's Furry Curse 14RED Sniper looked through his scope and tailed the BLU Demo before firing off a headshot.Sniper's Furry Curse 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
‘DO YOU LOVE HIM?’
Sniper blinked and leaned back a bit. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses and sniffed.
“Who?” He asked out loud.
‘OLD MATE. DO YOU LOVE HIM?’
Sniper resumed his position and began looking for another target. Without their Scout the BLUs didn’t seem to know what to do. It was painfully obvious how much they relied on him. The REDs had managed to come up with a strategy that made up for the two missing members, and they were doing rather well.
“Well,” Sniper fired another shot and scowled when he missed. “I wouldn’t say ‘love’, but I am fond of him.”
‘YOU RISKED YOUR LIFE FOR HIM. EVEN AFTER HE REJECTED YOU.’
“And I would do it again,” said Sniper. “I would do it all over again.”
RED Scout kicked off from the wall and zoomed across the infirmary in Medic
Sniper's Furry Curse 13"Oh, fuck me," Sniper whispered, realizing seconds later that that was the worst thing he could have said. Soldier bared his teeth in a snarl.Sniper's Furry Curse 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Speaking of which," he said. "What are you doing in this bed?"
"I..well…uh," Sniper was at a loss for words.
"Did you engage in immoral and nonconsensual fraternization with a man who, even though he isn't American, is an important member of this team?"
"What? No!" Sniper was then silenced as Soldier shoved the end of the gun into his open mouth, nearly gagging him.
"Keep your voice down!" Soldier hissed. "The Doc is asleep. And I caught you pantsless and red handed! You are going to be court martialed for this!"
Sniper discreetly tried to wake Medic up as Soldier's rant continued. If he could wake Medic then everything could be explained…
Sniper slowly moved his hand and pinched Medic's side.
"Ow! I'm avake…" Medic said sleepily. He opened his eyes and sat up with a yawn. Soldier didn't take his eyes off of Sniper as Medic
Danger AheadDanger Ahead3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was clearly not the safest path, but you couldn't care less. Your friends tried to tell you, they warned you to stay away. They told you that the road ahead was going to hurt more than heal, and yet you didn't listen. You couldn't listen. You were under his spell all over again, yet this was different. This time you accepted it, you were ok with it. Still, the others gave you stern warnings and told you it was a bad idea, but you went anyways. You went to the location you were told to meet up at and waited. Waited for what seemed like hours. You were nervous, you don't know why, it's not like you've never seen him before. You close your eyes and take a deep breath hoping it will help calm your nerves. When you open your eyes he's standing right in front of you, his face barely inches away from yours. You turn your head and push him away from you. His smirk fades as he backs away. He sighs as he puts his hand out, waiting for you to accept his invitation. Hesitating you start to th
Sniper's Furry Curse 17BLU Spy hummed to himself as he rubbed the green blanket all over the ground. He had nicked it from Medic earlier and was pleased at how strong the smell of rabbit was on it. Wolves tracked by scent and Spy was only too happy to create a little trail for the wolf to follow. He rubbed it harder into the ground, smiling with glee. It really was almost insultingly simple. All he had to do now was wait for Medic to pass out and then collect his bait for the trap. Then he would use the BLU Sniper's dart gun to sedate the beast. If he could keep it sedated until he was able to call his superiors to collect him, then Spy would be home free. Spy tossed the blanket not far from the base and chuckled.Sniper's Furry Curse 173 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, BLU Medic was up to his elbows in paperwork.
He had contacted the BLU superiors about what had happened and they had said that they would send a crew out for repairs as soon as they could. Until then, Medic was to record all damages and put in orders for replacements for equipment and su
53-KEEPING A SECRETMorgan grips Garcia's hips and pulls her closer. His lips slam into hers and they starts an intimate dance, moaning in appreciation.53-KEEPING A SECRET5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Morgan and Garcia were both in Garcia's office, both trying to steal a moment together. They both knew making out in the office wasn't the best idea, but it was such a turn-on.
Their relationship was still a secret from the team. They were still new in it, so they weren't ready to tell their friends yet.
Garcia moaned as Morgan ran his fingers through her red hair and the other caressed her thigh.
"Mmmm, Derek." She moaned, as Morgan sat on her chair, dragging her to his lap. They had another heated lip lock, hand gripping whatever they could touch, while making the chair squeaked suddenly. Garcia was about to put her hands under Morgan's shirt when her door flew open, revealing Spencer Reid.
"Hey, Garcia, I was wonder ." Reid was saying, his sentence cut off as he stared at the couple. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, until Garcia sig
Sniper's Furry Curse 12RED Soldier currently had his nose deep in one of Medic's books. Medic himself was unconscious in one of the beds in the infirmary, and Soldier was perched next to him like a hawk. Soldier looked up and examined his, for lack of a better term, patient to make sure that he was doing everything right. Any soldier worth his salt knew basic first aid and how to handle other injuries, but this was something far out of Soldier's range of knowledge.Sniper's Furry Curse 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The medigun had already been carefully sent to Engineer to be repaired. Soldier had taken forever to peel it off of Medic's back and clean it off, trying not to get any of the poison on himself. After that, he had stripped the Medic down and washed him off in the showers before dressing him in patient clothing. Medic had woken up a few times, but he had not stayed awake for long.
Soldier turned back to the book he was reading. Let's see, patient has been washed and is in bed, an IV had been administered to replace lost fluids, now all he could do
Pillow TalkPillow Talk4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mm... why 'r'nt you sleep'n yet?"
"And why aren't you sleeping, John?"
"'m waitin' for you."
"Don't worry John, just go to sleep; I'll follow soon enough."
"I love you too, John."
Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMLook At Me- Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'
James Bond x ReaderLetters littered the floor. Draws were flung open and their contents littered the floor. (F/n) sat on the edge of the satin covered double bed, her eyes darting around the room lingering on the mess she had made. She always knew it was going to be complicate. That there would be things she didn’t like but she had thought that she was capable of dealing with it. She stopped trusting him and that’s when the cracks in her life started to form. Was he really where he said he was or was he seeing someone else?James Bond x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Doubt had filled her mind. She couldn’t understand why he was with her; surely he met more talented and beautiful women on a regular basis. Here she was the plain coffee shop owner who had no hope in measuring up to his expectations. Judgement had been clouded by insecurity as she ran upstairs to their bedroom. (F/n) had pulled open all the draws, throwing their contents on the floor. She had found his post and re-opened and read it.
After looking around
Merlin's Heart: Chapter One."I just can't believe she'd say that! Can you?" Arthur Pendragon shouted, throwing his sword angrily onto his large red and gold four-poster bed.Merlin's Heart: Chapter One.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No, that was really unkind of her." A young black haired man agreed sympathetically, as he followed Prince Arthur into the room and picked up the sword from the bed. "I'll pollish this, sire."
"After all this time!" Arthur continued as if his servant hadn't spoken at all. "After everything we've done together! I've known her as long as I can remember! I lo-" Arthur stopped short, and the silence that followed was almost sufficating. The man-servant lay the sword carefully on the wooden table that dominated the southern wall of the room, and then slowly turned to face the prince. The sight that met his eyes was heartbreaking.
The Prince's dirty blonde hair was ruffled as if he had ran his fingers through it time and
Some things you just can't seeSome things you just can't seeSome things you just can't see4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One certain Norwegian didn't seem happy. No, he wasn't happy at all, as he looked himself from the mirror.
"Why am I wearing this?" he asked, pointing at a red poncho that he was wearing, and continued his complaining:
"This is ugly."
Little fairy with long green dress and boots sighed, reminding Kjetil from an important fact:
"But you got it from Japan, remember?"
Kjetil shrugged, and two other fairies, holding hands because the smaller one's wings were hurting a bit, nearly shouted at the exact same time:
"You promised to wear it at the party!"
Now it was Kjetil's time to sigh.
"I don't recall anything like that."
An angry-looking fairy with silver-ish wings went really close to the Norwegian and said:
"We don't care, you're going to wear it!" She was always stubborn, so Kjetil just finally gave a small nod. All the fairies cheered a bit, while Kjetil left to oh-so-stupid party Alfred wanted to have every year and everyone just had to go, either to see