BBC Sherlock AU: BohemienParis is indeed splendid. Doctor John Watson thought to himself as he was strolling on a boulevard right next to the Seine. Weather was certainly more pleasant here than in England all sunny, with occasional white cloud puffs blowing across the blue sky.BBC Sherlock AU: Bohemien in Romance More Like This
John was really glad that he had accepted an invitation to a medical conference, which took place in the capital of France two days ago, and decided to stay in the city for a whole week. A well-deserved vacation, he repeated inwardly with satisfaction. And the hotel was just marvellous.
He glanced mildly intrigued at bookstalls lined up on both sides of the path, but he brought himself to heel and averted his gaze. He wasn't here to browse through musty novels, his purpose was far more important. Or so he hoped, filled with doubt.
It was still relatively early, so the gas lanterns weren't lit. John, however, wished that the darkness could come and engulf him, hiding from prying eyes of other people. As a doctor and a gent
BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land...John walked slowly through the cemetery, thinking how lifeless the world looked today. The sky was ashen, painted in a dull, homogeneous shade of grey. There were no sounds, no birds chirping, no beeping of horns, nothing. Only John's steady footsteps on a gravel path were resonating in the absolute silence of the necropolis. The air seemed stale and heavy like in a room that hadn't been opened for years. No trace of wind among the graphite leaves, no gentle blows to ease the pain and chase away all the undesirable thoughts. John wished it was raining. Or storming. It's always easier when the sky at least pretends to weep with you. Instead, the whole place seemed to be wrapped in a shroud, waiting apathetically for its funeral.BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land... in Romance More Like This
John finally stopped and tried to shake off his melancholic observations, knowing how irrational they were. Sherlock would probably have a field day if he only knew. If.
"It's been three years already, " said John thoughtfully, staring at the tombstone adorned
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The moment Sherlock went inside the house, he knew something was amiss. He had this gut feeling telling him that John was in danger, that's why he ran home like a madman in the first place. But he didn't realise how accurate he was in his predictions, until he saw bloodstains on the carpet. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't waste any time.
"John!" he yelled at the top of his lungs and rushed headlong upstairs. He was cautious, his senses working at full steam, and he kept tracking the blood trail like a trained dog. His mind started analysing situation and he instantly knew what had happened. John answered the door since Mrs Hudson was away, the visitor stabbed him, John fought him off and started running away into the apartment.
The bloodstains and reddish shoe prints led into Sherlock's bedroom. The door was ajar.
"John, are you okay? ", he shouted while running towards the room. And there John was, lying motionless on the floor in a pool of
BBC Sherlock: Wanting moreJohn had sometimes really strange dreams and the one he was experiencing right now was definitely among the weirdest. He felt a big and slimy snail sucking on his forehead, trying to make a hole in his skull and slurp up his brain. John tried to scream or defend himself, but he was powerless.BBC Sherlock: Wanting more in Romance More Like This
He was relieved when he woke up and the surreal dream ended. However, the sucking feeling didn't go away, which almost gave him a heart attack. He jumped up in the armchair, causing Sherlock to back away.
"What the hell?" He asked in utter confusion, fixing his gaze on Sherlock's intrigued face. He moved his hand to his forehead and felt a moisture there. "What the hell, Sherlock?" He repeated with anger.
"Waking somebody up with a kiss is said to be very romantic." Sherlock stated in a scholarly tone.
John looked at him with disbelief and snorted.
"Where did you get that?"
"You need to stop reading that crap," he sighed and shook his head with resignation. Sherlock's new hobby
BBC Sherlock: Learn to be LonelyJohn wasn't woken up by the suspicious crack of the floorboards, a sudden and inexplicable draught, nor by bright light attacking his pupils. No, the sensation was far more subtle. A certain feeling of absence. The gnawing coldness. The emptiness around him. John slowly opened his eyelids and noticed what was wrong. The other side of the bed was vacant. John's eyes wandered across the room and stopped at the slim silhouette bathed in the moonlight, which only highlighted the paleness of the naked skin. Sherlock was standing by the window and looking out at the quiet and empty street below. He was looking, but not really seeing. His eyes were awash with deep sadness, something John had never observed before.BBC Sherlock: Learn to be Lonely in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked with worry.
Sherlock flinched a little, not being aware that John had been watching him. His facial expression changed instantly as if he put a joyful mask on.
"Nothing, John. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Sherlock apologised, twisting his lips in
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Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
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"Why are you still in that vampire's house?"
Yesung woke up to a werewolf's voice. His room was practically at the second floor but since the place was very quiet, he could hear the conversation outside the window between the two werewolves by the house's doorstep.
"This was once my house too." Kibum retorted. "And he used to be my brother." This time Kibum had a softer and sadder tone of voice. "He's dying because I bit him but he doesn't hate me at all and wants me to stay by his side."
"He might be tricking you. Telling you to stay by his side when he's actually contacting other vampires. Then they'll come and kill you or maybe torture you to tell them where the wolf pack is." From what Yesung could hear, he could sense that this werewolf has a lot of hatred towards vampires.
"No. I trust him. I knew him all my life."
"But he lied to you all your life."
NaruHina: Blush- chapter 10They sit down and have their meal. Everyone is eating except Naruto who's staring into the filled bowl.NaruHina: Blush- chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sakura: Naruto aren't you going to eat? Its ramen you know ichiraku ramen!
Naruto stares into the bowl once again and then looks at Sakura.
Naruto: I I cant eat this.
The girls stare weirdly at him as he pushes away the bowl.
Ino: Ehm Naruto...why is it not...eatable?
Naruto: The meatloaf sucked all the soup up!!
Naruto starts laughing hysterical and falls over on his back. He starts to pant and tries to get some air. He dries away some tears from his eye and sits up on the log again.
Naruto: No but seriously why DO you have meatloafes here? They can be very dangerous..
Ino: .I don't get it. What meatloaf?
Naruto sits quiet for a while until a tear runs down from his cheek. And then another one.
Miriu: Naruto...are you alright?
Aru: I REALLY need to go to the bathroom! I'll go quick! Tell me if I miss something!
Aru runs along a sho
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I was so glad to finally return home. I had missed my mom and dad so much and naturally i had been very happy to see them again. Before i had met Jasmine's mother, i was really concerned that i would never see my mother or my father again. I owned the royal family alot. If it wasn't for them, then i might've never returned home.
Years had passed by. Alot had changed since i returned home. The royals had allowed me to come over and play with Jasmine when either of us asked. And naturally, i began to have a good bond with Jasmine and her parents.
I was 17-years-old now. I was getting my personal belongings packed. For i wasmaking myself ready for a one-way journey to the royal palace. I had planned to work there as a slave seeing as there wasn't anything i could do here. But that wasn't the main the reason. I actually wanted to spend much more time with Jasmine. If i went to work for her father and mother, then i would spend 24 hours a day/ 7 days a wee
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Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like g
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En Rumania, a la sombra de los helados bosques, muchos demonios invertían el tiempo de su fin de semana para salir de cacería a sus terrenos. Vigilar como halcones desde elevadas copas y descargar sus mortales garras sobre cualquier intruso era una manera digna de pasar el tiempo, hacer trazos complicados en la dura corteza de un árbol y marcarla con su aroma también era otra manera en que un macho seguía ejerciendo sus funciones y desde luego enalteciendo el nombre de su clan.
Para Aurion Barsov las mañanas, eran un poco diferentes
-Amor, ¡buenos días! El clima es maravilloso y esta mañana encontré un nuevo nido de gorriones en uno de los arboles de aquí cerca Aurion sintió como un delgado pero notable peso caía sobre él, que aun se mantenía entre las sabanas Aurion, ¡querido, anda abre los ojos!
La cariñosa y melodiosa voz insistió un par de veces más antes de
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Fiora's orders were simple: Find and kill. Discreetly, if possible; no need for a fuss. The Target was somewhere in this district of Roma, nearby. She knew nothing more than the fact he'd be somewhat lavishly dressed and in a hood. That was all the information she'd need. She's never had trouble identifing any targets before. They all had the same gait, the same malice in their eyes to certain people in the crowd.
Fiora sighed as she rose from the bench she had been resting on. It was dusk, and he'd be out here soon. They all always come out at night, when no one can see. She started off towards the now closing shops, her split dress and long chesnut hair flowing behind her. She scanned the dispersing groups of civilians. No one that fit the criteria. All of them just regular people of Roma, from peddlers to nobles.
About to start off heading east towards the Pantheon, her trained eyes caught a glimpse of rough dark material flowing in a nearby alley. Someone was there. Her
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She has to see it.
She has to know it's there.
She's so mistaken, so innocent and so unknowing in thinking that she loves him.
She can't love him.
She shouldn't love him.
I want her to love me.
I want her to see what I can see, I want her to realize that she doesn't belong with him, with the boy who cannot make up his mind and who loves someone else.
I love her.
I love her more than anyone else; more than Rukia, who fell into our lives, more than Kurosaki, whom her misguided affection is for, much more than that man who calls himself my father...
I want to tell her, but I know I cannot.
She loves him.
Even though it hurts her, even though it isn't really love, she believes that she loves him.
He breaks her down.
He destroys her, even if neither of them realize it.
She smiles and says it is heroism, he swoops in blindly and says nothing at all. He doesn't love her. He is confused; unable to decide if he cares for her, or merely for the safety of a friend.
I care for her.
Enough that I w
APH: Canada's DreamOKAY. SO MY FRIENDS AND I ARE WEIRD. See the comments for details.APH: Canada's Dream in Fan Fiction More Like This
It all started when Canada was getting ready for bed, having a long and tiring day thanks to none other than America.
Canada: That ass America! Everyone thinks I'm him! It's torture! *has maple on his forehead* Eh... *sees a shooting star* Oh, star. I wish everyone knew me and forgot America just for one day.