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Hangeng's NoteFùqīn, mǔqīn,Hangeng's Note in Short Stories More Like This
What's the difference?
What does it matter?
Would anything change if I wasn't here?
Death, it is slowly coming my way. Soon it will engulf me in its darkness and pull me away from this place we call Earth. I wonder, is hell that much worse? Surely it can't hurt me that much more. Perhaps there I will find salvation.
When death comes to me, I hope it will be spontaneous and quick. Not because of the pain, no. Please, let me feel the pain. I don't mind, it's what I've felt all along. However. I want no whimpers, no tears, no people clutching my hand that slowly goes numb because of the pain that soars through my body. My dead worthless corpse lying beneath the shadows, finally a place to rest and escape it all.
I can feel it. Soon it will be here and no one will care, will they?
I am is nothing, to them, to me. To you?
What have I done to deserve this?
Should I have loved God?
Should I have stayed where I was to work in a factory that pays me far less th
YeWon: TearsThere was no place to hide. Even if Yesung kept himself hidden behind the others the tall one could still see him, but Yesung didn't want to feel those staring eyes. He knew what the other wanted and Yesung would do anything to not get caught by those strong arms that could easily drag him along until it would be just the two of them. And once they would be alone, Yesung knew he wouldn't be able to resist.YeWon: Tears in Short Stories More Like This
So far so good. Yesung was never one to talk a lot and was used to getting questioning looks from the other members, so he could mask his nervous behaviour behind his usual quirks of suddenly sneaking up to people from behind or harassing them so they would turn their attention to him. Even if it was for a short amount of time it would be enough to leave the other on a distance. He found refugee at the balcony at Ryeowook's side who was always willing to have a meaningless chat, though Yesung had no need for it. It didn't matter what they talked about and by the look on the youngster
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As luck would have it, the very moment Siwon was alone in his designated room in the brothel, Kyuhyun rang his phone to book in their next appointment, a lot sooner than he usually did with Sungmin becoming quite enthusiastic about Siwon's new friend Leeteuk.
"Hey Siwon, it's uh, Marcus..." He used his alias in case anyone was listening in, as normal.
Siwon halted the hand that was running through his hair when he heard Kyuhyun's voice on the other end. It was just the person he was thinking about, how fortunate!
"K-ah-Marcus! Good timing, I was just thinking about you." Siwon said without realizing it might sound like a cheap seductive line to use on his clients, but it was the truth and he hoped Kyuhyun heard the urgency in his voice.
Though the tall male wasn't certain Kangin had anything like spy phone call interception, he wanted to play it safe and try to arrange a meeting with Kyuhyun and Sungmin as soon as possible. Surely Kangin wouldn't stop him from going to make money for h
WonTeuk: KeyA key is an instrument that is used to operate a lock. Everyone knows this, but most people forget how much one single key can grant you. In this case, it could grant our Prince access to his future bride; Princess Teukie. She was beautiful and all of humanity would be amazed by her beauty were it not that she was locked away in the highest tower of The King's sorcerer: Heenim.WonTeuk: Key in Short Stories More Like This
Her grumpy and old father, King Kangin, had locked her away, stating no one would ever be good enough to lay a finger on his precious daughter. And so she had been locked away, all alone. Even despite her beauty, there were only few self-proclaimed heroes who had tried to free her.
They had all tried and failed, though some had come close to her rescue;
The Prince of Seamen who had every Princess to chose from yet couldn't figure out how to open the door to the one he wanted the most.
The Prince of Gamania who was known for his wit and stealth, but who couldn't resist the video games Hangeng H
WonKyu: VibrationThere were many people in the city who claimed to know Kyuhyun. Different ages, different genders and opinions didn't matter, Cho Kyuhyun was a well known man for his beautiful deep voice that he exclusively shared with the guests of the night club he worked at. He had fans, many who admired him and wanted to be acquainted, to hope and rise together with Kyuhyun as a star. Of course Kyuhyun was aware of this and therefore promised himself not to get too attached to the people he met at the club. He knew better, those people just wanted his fame, not his friendship.WonKyu: Vibration in Short Stories More Like This
He preferred to be alone anyway, but on this Saturday night after his performance had ended, Kyuhyun found himself wandering the streets of Seoul alone and feeling quite miserable. Was there no one who wanted to know Kyuhyun for the person he was rather than the voice and fame he possessed? Why was it hard to find a true friend in this corrupted world?
Kyuhyun sighed deeply, bored eyes twinkling when he spotted a stranger. T
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Just one more nail and then it would be finished. He took the little pin from in between his teeth and used the hammer in his other hand to slam it into place. His dark orbs twinkled as he stepped back and lowered the heavy tool. It was just a small token of their love, but he couldn't wait to show it to the other. He bit his lip, hoping his lover would approve of the poem he had written and nailed to the wall above their new bed.
The hammer was placed back in the equipment box before the tall male went outside. A warm gush of wind greeted him as he stepped out onto the porch. It was so bright outside that he had to bring up his hand before he could see the male dressed in white twirling around in the patch of grain.
Most of their land existed out of grain, but there were beautiful bright flowers accompanying them everywhere. It was strange that the house had not been claimed before since the amount of grain could easily be used for a bakery. However, the hou
SiBum: Claim ItIt was nearly Christmas and all the students were excited though anxious. Midterms were almost over, the end of their torture was in sight. Hours of studying, nervously gripping the pen as it hover over blank papers, eyes darting up to check how much time they had left to get a grade high enough so the teacher of their parents wouldn't scold them.SiBum: Claim It in Short Stories More Like This
Amongst the shifting, sighing and groaning students was one who didn't appear troubled at all. His hand moved as if on its own, scribbling answers with such detail he was certain to get those bonus points as well, like he always did. Not even an hour after they started, he placed his pen on his desk, removed his glasses and cleaned them with his handkerchief. There was a satisfied smile ghosting on his lips, a sign he was confident to be top of the class.
The bell rang and while many whined that they needed more time, the one who had been patiently waiting stood and gave their teacher his paper, bowing and wishing him goodbye with a deep voic
ZhouRy: GiftZhou Mi was in his element as he danced through the crowds of chattering people. He twirled, tiptoed around the shelves and let his eyes scan the products. It wasn't difficult to buy something his lover would like, but what would make him most happy? What would make those tiny eyes widen and twinkle almost childishly?ZhouRy: Gift in Short Stories More Like This
"Some food perhaps?" Zhou Mi tapped his chin in thought staring at the pan that had spurred on the thought of stuffing his soft-cheeked-Canadian with delicious treats. It would surely brighten Henry's mood, make him moan and sigh at the heavenly tastes, but was that all Zhou Mi wanted?
No, he wanted to truly surprise Henry, to make this a Christmas to never forget!
"I hate Christmas shopping." Henry stated with a deep sigh, puffed cheeks deflating as people hurriedly passed him from all sides.
There were people in front of him; he turned around; more people. Agh, so many customers made it impossible for Henry to take a moment and think of a possible gift for Zh
GengHyuk: FeverThere were a lot of sounds coming from the living room. Laughter and squeals; seemed like they were having a blast. All except for Eunhyuk who laid in bed with the sheets pulled up to his nose. He stared at the ceiling with hooded eyes, mumbling dark curses against the fabric and felt his tears well up. Suddenly he felt quite lonely.GengHyuk: Fever in Short Stories More Like This
Quickly Eunhyuk pulled the sheets over his red eyes when there was a knock on the door. The person entering crept closer perhaps thinking the one in the bed was asleep. Eunhyuk felt the bed shift and tried to wipe his tears away underneath the blankets.
"Eunhyuk? Want some food?" Came a light and kind voice.
Seconds later the smell of soup penetrated his blanket and his nose. Eunhyuk slowly lowered the sheets, he could always use his fever as an excuse for his red eyes, but he couldn't fool Hangeng. The moment the Chinaman saw puffy red eyes he placed the bowl on the night stand and lowered the sheets some more till it reached Eunhyuk's shoulders.
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Leeteuk struggled to get control of himself against and tried to distract himself by eating his ice cream and walking away from the taller man, heading toward the park. He was glad it was empty, it was easier to lose himself in his thoughts without the chatter of other people around him. There was a favorite spot he had that was on a small bridge by a bench near the middle of the park. A beautiful little creek laughed on its bubbling journey under the bridge, and the birds chirped in the trees above.
Finishing his ice cream, Leeteuk put his hands on the railing and tipped his face up to the sky, smiling as the sound of the creek and the feeling of the cool breeze on his skin let him calmed his thoughts. Siwon noticed Leeteuk silently walking away and he followed him. He looked around noticing their only company were the animals of the park. It felt good to not be surrounded by so many people for once. Siwon wasn't used to a lot of silence but he gladly welcomed
Four Times, Part One: TokkaThe first time he told her he loved her, she didn't even notice.Four Times, Part One: Tokka in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summer was moving slowly in the Earth Kingdom, and Sokka was fine with that. He'd spent too many seasons of his life either freezing in the Water Tribe or sweating in the Fire Nation. The mild temperatures and light breezes that were normal in Gaoling were both welcome and relieving.
He stood in the grass covered courtyard practicing with his favourite weapon. His sword was great and powerful, but there was just something about the boomerang that he couldn't deny. Throwing and catching it was just too familiar to him, and brought a sense of comfort.
He had just thrown Boomerang when a door slammed behind him. Startled, he turned just in time to see a flash of green and black rush by him. Apparently Toph's reunion with her parents hadn't gone as well as she would have liked. He was about to call out to her when Boomerang c
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"I'm sorry, Toph. There's nothing else I can do."
Toph could feel everything that had happened. She felt Katara and Aang trying to save him, trying to stop the bleeding, the desperation, the hopelessness.
"Actually," Katara said, "after that battle, I'm amazed that he got back here at all. And he's still holding on..."
"He's strong." It was all the explanation Toph needed to give.
Katara tried to hide the sorrow in her voice; she was nearly successful. "Aang and I have said everything we need to say." Toph nodded without turning to face them. "The kids..."
Toph was brought out of her daze. "Yeah, the kids." She thought for a moment. "Hawky Four is trained to go right to Kah Li's apartment in Ba Sing Se. She'll get word to her brothers."
Aang placed his hand on her shoulder. "If you need anything at all..." He drifted off, n
What Would be Missed: TokkaThere was no mystery behind the fact that Sokka couldn't sleep. In less than a day, he and his friends no, his family were going to be in the fight of their lives, and the war that had ravaged the world for a hundred years would be decided one way or another. He walked around the edge of the White Lotus' camp, checking that everyone was sleeping and safe.What Would be Missed: Tokka in Fan Fiction More Like This
Satisfied that everyone was alright, the last place he checked was Toph's earth tent. He crouched down to peer inside, and panicked when he saw it was empty. His eyes scanned the camp, desperate for any sign of her.
In the far corner of the camp, away from everyone and everything, a tree with large looming branches stood. And under that tree, also alone, sat a small figure clad in yellow and green.
As he made his way to her, Sokka forced himself to calm down. She'd be able to tell if he was agitated, and he didn't want her upset any more
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Sokka found her in the courtyard outside the Jasmine Dragon. "Tired of the party already?" he asked.
Toph half-shrugged. "It's no big deal."
He sat next to her on the small stone bench. "You're voluntarily leaving a party before it's over? You must be hurt."
Her head whipped around to face him. "I am the Blind Bandit, remember? I do not get hurt in simple earthbending matches."
Sokka chuckled. "Toph, you forget. I know every one of your moves; every rock you throw, every speck of dirt you move; every movement." She opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her. "I saw you in the last match. You overextended your shoulder."
He expected a denial. Instead, she bowed her head, defeated. She gave him a slight nod. "So, maybe I did. Just a little. I'
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Sokka and Toph walked along the beach on Ember Island, hand in hand, both seemingly lost in their own thoughts.
Sokka was thinking about his sister. The private ceremony she and Aang had that afternoon was beautiful in its simplicity. It was just himself, Toph, and a few friends and family to witness them get married. It was going to be a marked difference from the full public ceremony the next day, where it seemed half the world was coming to witness the Avatar's marriage.
Sokka played with the stone in his pocket as they walked. He'd been putting off the moment for two weeks now. So many times he'd gotten close - he'd almost said the words he'd been rehearsing for so long. Something had always gotten in the way before, but not this time.
This time, it was going to be perfect.
He looked down at Toph. She was staring blankly ahead, as usual, with a contented smile on her face.
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Toph woke up early for the fourth time that week. She laid on the bed, curled up next to Sokka, using his chest as a pillow. His arm was curled up around her shoulders, holding her close. It was her favourite way to sleep. The comforting sound of his heartbeat was better than any lullaby.
She started to drift off again when the throbbing in her temples reminded her why she'd woken up in the first place. The headaches were bad enough, but the nausea that came with them was unbearable. And to top everything off, whatever this illness was, it was wreaking havoc with her earthbending. Even thought their entire house was made of stone, she hadn't been able to see clearly in almost a week.
She quietly loosened herself from Sokka's embrace and got out of bed. The nausea hit again, accompanied by a wave of dizziness. She sat down on the bed to regain her balance. Once she
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Sokka knew that Toph was beautiful, but at that moment, standing in front of him, he could have sworn she was one of the spirits. Her wedding gown flowed around her small frame. She almost looked like she was floating.
"Toph, please," he whispered to her. "You don't have to do this." He grabbed her hand as she turned away.
She bent her head until her chin touched her chest. "Yes I do." She heaved a sigh. "Goodbye, Sokka."
Toph began to walk away, into the fog that surrounded them. Her hand started to slide through his fingers. He grasped her tighter, determined not to let her go. He knew that if she left him, he was never going to see her again.
"Don't leave me!" He didn't care if he was screaming or begging. He couldn't lose her like this.
She slipped out of his hold and vanished into the fog.
Sokka woke up feeling like he'd never rested
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"I don't know how you can drink this stuff. Even the smell is awful."
Toph laughed softly as Sokka handed her a cupful of the bitter concoction. "I guess it's a good thing no one's asking you to drink it then." She held it to her nose and inhaled deeply before taking a long swallow. "Ah, good stuff."
Sokka shuddered. Of all the strange cravings she'd had over the past eight and a half months, this chocolate craving had to be the strangest. It didn't even taste good. It was thick and bitter, and it really didn't matter how much sugar was added it was still terrible.
Toph couldn't get enough of it.
Sokka sat in the chair next to her and drank his own tea. He looked at his wife and simply stared at her. He'd often heard that women who are expecting glowed, but he never really saw it until now. Toph was positively radiant.
She finished her chocol
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Sokka stood in front of Toph, who had her arms folded in front of her. She wasn't going to let him pass without an explanation, even if he wanted to go. "A month," he answered.
Her shoulders sagged. "And why are you only telling me now?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I forgot?" She tapped her foot, and he sighed. "Fine. You've been having a rough time with your parents lately. I didn't want to make it worse."
"I can handle my parents," she spat. "What I can't handle is my best friend running to the Southern Water Tribe for a month and not telling me until an hour before he leaves!"
It had seemed like the best course of action in Sokka's head, but hearing Toph say it like that just made him feel guilty. "Okay, I'm an idiot. We both know that." She continued gla
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They had fallen asleep together on the beach, leaning against an outcropping of rocks. Sokka was surprisingly comfortable, but he knew it had nothing to do with the stone sticking into his back.
It was because of Toph, curled up next to him, head resting on his chest. He gently pulled her closer to him with the arm that had been around her all night.
Toph, the Blind Bandit, the Runaway, the best earthbender in the world.
Toph, his fiancée.
He sighed as he looked at the stone around her neck. When he first woke, he was afraid it had all been a dream. But the proof of the previous night was sitting in the hollow of her throat.
She stirred beneath his arm. "Morning," she said.
He smiled down at her. "Morning."
"How long have you been up?" she asked, leaning her head back to stretch out her neck muscles.
"About an hour."
She turned her head to face him. "Why didn't you wake me up? If I
The Freak ComposerJohn was woken up early that Friday morning–2:38 AM according to the clock sitting on his night stand)–by Sherlock's violin. Considering it a trifle odd, as Sherlock usually only practiced at such horrid hours when they were working on a case and he needed to clear his head, John got up and decided to investigate. Sherlock was wearing the robe usually reserved for weekend mornings, when being fully dressed wasn't mandatory. He was also apparently too intent on his music to hear his flatmate coming down the stairs and into the living room, so John, knowing better than to disturb him, simply leaned against the door frame, allowing himself to listen to the lovely notes that issued from his friend's instrument. He was hardly ever able to express the pure joy he felt from hearing the detective play. Whenever he did, he always wondered how anyone could consider this man a freak. How could anyone who produced something so beautiful, be called such? Of course, he knew full well thaThe Freak Composer in Romance More Like This
BlanketIt had been days since Sherlock had slept, but John didn't really worry. Of course he worried a little bit–with the protectiveness he felt for Sherlock and his doctor's instinct how could he not? But he knew that eventually Sherlock's body would shut down, (despite Sherlock's protests), and force him to rest. And so when John came home that night after a slow day at the clinic, the sight of Sherlock slumped in his usual armchair did not surprise him in the least, and it brought a smile to the tired doctor's weary face and a certain contentedness to his heart. He imagined it was how a parent must feel after watching their child struggle for days on end and then at long last find peace.Blanket in Romance More Like This
He saw Sherlock's bare feet and noticed that he wasn't wearing his coat and scarf either. So he went to his room, grabbed the blanket off the bed, and came back into the study. He knew he didn't have to worry about waking Sherlock up, so he took as much force as necessary to properly wrap the blanke
The Stars in Your EyesAfter picking up his and Sherlock's favorite cereal from the store, John headed home. As usual. And as usual, Sherlock was up to some sort of experiment. Except this one was different. Much different than usual.The Stars in Your Eyes in Romance More Like This
This one was pleasant.
When John opened the door to their flat, he was immediately greeted by the beauty of the night sky. Except it wasn't the real night sky, but instead, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of glow-in-the-dark stars. Some of them were as big as his palm, others as tiny as his fingerprints. And they were everywherethey covered the floors as well as the ceiling and walls, and he even saw some on the surfaces of the furniture.
Have we been invaded by martians or something?
"Sherlock?" John called out into the galaxy that had blown through their flat. He went over to the kitchen and left their cereal on the counter. "Sherlock!" He called a bit louder this time.
"What is it, John? I'm right here." John nearly jumped out of his skin, realizing that Sherlock had been
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"Honestly John, it's really quite simple."
"No, Sherlock! It's not 'quite simple!'"
"Of the two human beings in this room, which one is more able to make a well-informed and intelligent decision on the difficulty of a certain task?"
"I really think there's only one human being in this room: me. But in any case I should cause I'm normal."
Sherlock scoffed. "Ugh. Boring. Now try it again."
"Sherlock, my fingers are tired. I seriously can't play anymore. My fingers are going to start bleeding and I'm going to get an infection."
"Are you insinuating something about the cleanliness of my bow?"
"Actually, maybe I am." John set the violin down on the armchair. "You've come home soaked in blood before."
"Pig's blood." Sherlock murmured.
"As if that makes it alright!" John shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "How am I supposed to know what sort of rubbish gets on your bow?" He crossed the room, desperate to get away from the world's most aggravating flatmate, and let himself fall onto the
But I Can Save YouJohn slammed the door, an unusual thing for him considering how much he hated the sound and how it seemed to echo through the entire flat.But I Can Save You in Romance More Like This
"Another row with a machine?" Sherlock asked, not looking up from the article he was writing ("Telling Time with Moisture's Effect on Wood") for his website on John's laptop.
John gave a heavy and irritated sigh. "No. Roll up your sleeves."
Sherlock only furrowed his eyebrows as he contemplated how to write a particular sentence so that even an idiot would understand it–barely processing John's words.
When he didn't respond, John strode over to the table he was sitting at and angrily grabbed Sherlock's left wrist, ripping up the cuffs of his shirt to reveal his pale forearms. He snarled at the sight of the thin white lines that peppered the man's skin.
"Sherlock Holmes." He said slowly. "If I see any more scars appear, I will kill you." He growled, his eyes deliberately focusing on the table instead of Sherlock's blank expression. She
Hot Showers"Sherlock? I'm more than willing to play alongseriously, by all means, keep goingbut I have to ask"Hot Showers in Romance More Like This
Sherlock merely purred and John had to shake his head a little to clear his thoughts. Though he certainly wasn't arguing with his current positionpinned against a wall underneath Sherlockhe was understandably confused.
"Are you feeling alright? I mean, I've only just"
"Gotten out of a very hot shower. So hot in fact, that you didn't put on your robe, only a towel to cover your lower half."
"And so hot, that even a minute and 20 seconds later I can still see that your skin is red from where the water scalded youespecially here." Sherlock said, and he pressed his lips to the top of John's shoulder. He smiled when John hummed a mix between a moan and a chuckle. As quick to respond to flirtation as ever, John never had been the blushing, chaste type. Just another thing that Sherlock loved about him: he was quickto catch on an
SecretsThe first time that John acted on his feelings toward Sherlock, was on a Tuesday night, (or perhaps early Wednesday morning), on one of the occasions where the detective was so deeply absorbed in his own mind, that he was oblivious to the outside world. The times when he forgot that John had left three hours ago or that he was in another city.Secrets in Romance More Like This
John did it this way on purpose, as a test run. To see if he himself would like it. They had been working on a case, and the sleep deprivation and adrenaline rushes from just a few hours earlier had made John incredibly impulsive. He wasn't thinking straight, and so after Sherlock's mumbling had ceased to contemplative silence, his hands together to his lips, hunched over in his arm chair as usual, John came up behind him. He clenched his fists to steady himself, the nerves running through his body as rampant and as strongly as they had when he was a teen.
He stopped. Maybe this was a bad idea. He turned his head away and his body almost followed
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"Oh…yes!" Sherlock shouted, clapping his hands together and smiling triumphantly. "Of course he would do that, he can't help but gain back the confidence he feels that he's lost from the castration so–oh yes! It all makes so much sense!"
"Sherlock! What makes sense?" Lestrade said, raising his voice in the hopes of shaking Sherlock from his excited daze.
"Collins is going to the place where it all happened. To him it's symbolic justice."
"Which is where…?" John asked, looking at Lestrade, equally bewildered by Sherlock's epiphany.
"Oh for God's sake. Have none of you been paying attention? The Tube!"
Lestrade's eyes widened and he immediately whipped his mobile from his pocket.
"I need a team at the South Kensington Tube station immediately. Yeah. It's urgent. We've got a embezzling murderer hiding out there, waiting for his next victim. Go. Hurry. I'll meet you there." He turned to Sherlock. "Any further tips on where to look?"
Sherlock scoffed. "Believe me. Not an
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John's eyebrows furrowed; Sherlock was pushy, no doubt about that, but there was something odd about this. John knew urgency when he heard it, and he heard it in Sherlock's text.
OK. I'm at the store. I just have a few more things.
He put it back in his pocket and went back to looking for his crisps. Literally two seconds later his pocket pinged again.
Leave the bloody shopping. Come home *now.* - SH
John didn't even think twice. He left his basket in the middle of the aisle and ran out of the store and into the rain. What had been dark and foreboding skies when he entered the store were now horrendous buckets of rain, but since he didn't have any food to carry, he decided to walk. (He knew that it would take longer to try and get a cab, seeing as everyone else was trying to, and even if he managed to get one the rain would just delay his arrival even more). He could always just change clothes when he
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Sherlock hated cologne. And perfume for that matter. He found it all fascinating, certainly–what one wished to smell like could only serve to further reflect not only one's personality, but also their insecurities–but he still hated it. He hated how everyone who wore it only seemed to reek of conformity (ironic considering that they were all trying to set themselves apart), of constantly trying to be perfect and smell "nice." And the fact that it obviously didn't work made it quite clear to him that they were all idiots.
But John was different. John never wore cologne or perfume, and it was only on the days that he spent the evening with one of his girlfriends that he smelled any different than usual. Sherlock hated those nights that John would come home smelling like fake watermelon, pungent roses, or an unnatural sweaty musk that smelled like a perfume department doubling as a gym. It made perfect sense for John not to wear any as he had a perfectly lovely scent that didn
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John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
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Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
Missing Piece Chapter 15The television had proved itself unworthy a distraction to Sherlock. There were enough things to point out, but nothing challenging enough to keep his mind focused on for a longer period of time. It wasn’t beneficial for keeping his thoughts away from John when the good doctor was sitting between Sherlock and his distraction of choice.Missing Piece Chapter 15 in Romance More Like This
Soon Sherlock’s gaze clung to John’s figure on the armchair and he fell silent. Keeping his mind focused on the vacant babbling on the soap while the cause of his disturbed feelings was there, almost right in front of him was impossible. John seemed content watching that stuff and the pain killers obviously worked, so it couldn’t hurt to engulf himself in figuring out what exactly it was that had made him fall in love.
There had to be at least some valid reasons. John was special and unique in Sherlock’s life, so much he knew. He was his only friend, the only person that bore his moods and one of the few people
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The text message John had send Sherlock was an unspoken offer to end their game if Sherlock wanted to. The possibility of asking him in person had frightened John, so he had taken the cowardly solution of writing a text message. Then Sherlock could either decide to ignore it and don't buy milk or he could do so and buy nicotine patches as well. John was sure that Sherlock would figure out what he actually meant. It wouldn't mean for Sherlock to lose if he bought them, it was an offer of John that he would forfeit if Sherlock didn't want to continue their game anymore. John would rather forego kissing Sherlock than to endanger their friendship with his unnecessary feelings and lose his best friend in the progress. Maybe this was all still a game for Sherlock, but for him it was not. Sure, John wanted to continue it, but then he would want even more. He already did. And that was dangerous, because he was sure that Sherlock wasn't willing to off
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The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat.
Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then ask him to buy him some.
An hour had passed when he heard John coming upstairs, and he bent his head a little when the door opened so that he could look at John.
"John could you get me some nicotine patches?" he saw John's mouth twitch. Maybe he should have texted him after all, but his mobile was in his coat. It never crossed his mind to go a
Missing Piece Chapter 13 - JohnlockBlinking against the bright sunlight, Sherlock thought back to last night’s events. That had been rather unpleasant. In the future he had to make sure that his body wouldn’t disturb him with such malfunctions. More so at times when he could do nothing take care of them.Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
Sometime he must have fallen asleep, obviously, which he was grateful for. If John had noticed he would surely feel awkward and uncomfortable around Sherlock.
The consulting detective turned his head sideways and bolded upright when he saw that the bed beside him was empty. Although it should be nothing to worry about, panic flared up inside him. The most logical explanation for that was that John had simply woken up before him and then proceeded to go downstairs. And out of kindness letting Sherlock remain asleep. But he still felt uncomfortable not seeing John, not knowing precisely where he was.
Maybe he had surmised it. Maybe it had been a dream. The thought hit him unexpectedly and Sherlock paled.
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It was a perfectly normal day at 221b Baker Street, but John had had a really bad day at work and the small piece of patience he usually had for such a normal day was wearing thin. Very, very thin. So it should be completely understandable when the good doctor snapped.
It was his bloody right to snap from time to time. Normal his ass! This was absolutely intolerable and unbearable.
"Goddamn it, Sherlock!" John shouted furiously, standing in front of the opened fridge. Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for an answer or better yet for the named person to step into the kitchen. No reply. No Sherlock came.
"Get you lazy ass here. Now!" he growled the last part. John's voice was commanding and the consulting detective had learned that it was better to hurry up when John used that tone on him. The first time Sherlock had heard this tone was after he had accidentally burned a few of John's jumpers. One experiment hasn't quite gone as planned and they had unexpectedly
Missing Piece Chapter 14The pain had mostly subsided due to the painkillers, only a constant throbbing reminded John of his wounds. Some soap was on the telly, but the good doctor wasn’t paying attention to it. Though John looked at the screen, he only saw the flickering movement of the figures, too caught up in his own thoughts to listen to it.Missing Piece Chapter 14 in Romance More Like This
Sherlock had flung himself onto the couch. At the beginning he had scoffed at the people on screen, making brickbat remarks and taking apart the plot and pointing out it flaws, even then Sherlock’s appalled incredulousness over all that dullness had been missing. Halfway through the show Sherlock had fallen silent and started to get fidgety, while practically staring a hole through John, who was sitting in his armchair.
This behavior wouldn’t alarm John, would it not be for the fact that something had been off about the consulting detective since he had come back from the kitchen. When Sherlock had given him a cup of tea, he had looked everywhere but
Missing Piece Chapter 12 - JohnlockThe alarm clock on the bedside table ticked obscenely loud in the silence that lay upon the room. The moon shed its light through the small space between the shut curtains. Sherlock had stopped counting the seconds after a while. Even a boring occupation such as that didn’t help him fall asleep. How could people honestly believe that something like that could help? He had even gone so far as to replace the seconds with sheep. The consulting detective had still been wide awake after the five hundred and fifty ninth sheep.Missing Piece Chapter 12 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
The sleep which he needed so badly just wouldn’t come. Although he’d barely slept the last few days. Not while John had still been somewhere out there and the crime hadn’t been solved, the criminals not been caught.
Now all these tasks were completed successfully, yet Sherlock was still unable to find any sleep.
He had no clue how he’d gotten into this situation. Well, he did know, after all this had been his idea. A perfectly reason
Hearts (chapter 2) It was the first day of the new school year after the hols, and John was sitting down to lunch with some of his classmates. He was just setting his tray down when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was that boy from the playground. What was his name? Oh right: Sherlock. An odd name. He appeared to have grown over the summer and was now only a few inches shorter than John.Hearts (chapter 2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Can I sit with you?” he said. John was about to reply when another of the boys at the table said scornfully, “Don’t let him; he’s a freak.” John turned to the other boy. “What do you mean he’s a freak?” John asked, a bit harshly. Turning to Sherlock, he said, “Of course you can sit here.” The other boys at the table stared at John, stunned, and turned to glare at Sherlock. The boy who had spoken to John answered his question after the two boys had sat down.
“He has this trick he does where he can tell you everything you&
Hearts (chapter 3)It was the first day of secondary school, and John was nervous. He tugged on the familiar red jumper. It was not the same jumper that Sherlock had commented on all those years ago – that jumper had long since been too small. This was a new jumper, but it was in the exact same shade of red that John (and Sherlock, he had discovered) loved so much. John stood anxiously at the top of the school steps and scanned the crowd. Soon he saw the familiar tall figure and black curly hair of the boy who had become John’s best friend during their years of primary school. He waved slightly, and waited for Sherlock to come up the stairs.Hearts (chapter 3) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey,” he said awkwardly, when Sherlock had arrived. “How was your summer?”
“Dull,” Sherlock said in a drawl. “New jumper. And it appears your sister and my brother are no longer seeing each other.” The two boys walked into the school together and joined the throngs that were trying to find their classrooms.
Hearts (chapter 5)It was break on the first day of their last year of secondary school, and Sherlock was acting even more strangely than usual. As soon as they were outside, he grabbed John’s arm and dragged him bodily over behind a clump of bushes. By now, Sherlock was a good foot taller than John, even though he was four years younger. John looked askance at Sherlock and glanced regretfully back at Molly, who was looking rather stunned. “Sherlock, what are you doing?” he hissed. Sherlock looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening in. “Sherlock, no one can see or hear us back here. What do you want?”Hearts (chapter 5) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“John, I don’t think you should keep seeing Molly Hooper,” he said finally. John was flabbergasted. Sherlock had dragged him all the way over here just to say that?
“What?” he said indignantly. “What do you mean? We’ve been going out for three years! I can’t just jilt her now for no reason. Besides, I really lik
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
Hearts (postlude) It was 18 months later, and John felt time stop as he watched the dark figure falling from the roof of St. Bart’s hospital. He could feel all his memories returning as the figure dropped in slow motion: all his memories of school, of his family, and most importantly, his memories of Sherlock. He remembered the first conversation they’d had, and the last. He realized Sherlock had always remembered those, throughout the past 18 months that they had been in the same flat. He wondered what it must have been like for him: remembering the conversations and the quarrel while John sat next to him, not remembering a word of it. He wished he’d been able to apologize. He had never wanted to say those awful things to his best friend, and every day in Uni and in Afghanistan he had wished he could take them back. Now it was too late. As he watched the only person he had ever cared for falling to his death, he cried without hope of being heard, “I’m sorry SHearts (postlude) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts (chapter 4)The next few years were strange for John. He and Molly had been going steady since that first week of secondary school, and he and Sherlock had remained friends (as much as Sherlock could have friends), but their friendship was strained. Sherlock would at times treat John the way he had since John was in fifth year, but would occasionally ignore him completely and at other times would be highly protective and possessive of John and try his hardest to keep him away from Molly. John was completely confused by Sherlock’s behaviour, and his life was made even more difficult when his sister Harry tried to flirt with Molly then brought home another girl the next week, when John’s parents went through a nasty divorce, and when Sherlock called John once to tell him in a disgusted voice that Mycroft had begun seeing one of their classmates, Greg Lestrade, and his parents were horrified.Hearts (chapter 4) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts (chapter 7)After leaving medical school, John joined the army as a medic. After four years he was sent to Afghanistan, which was a living hell. John saw friends gunned down beside him while he lay helpless in a trench. He saw many young soldiers that he was unable to save because they had lost so much blood. A young woman that he had thought he had loved was killed while John watched. And still he survived. Something kept him going and kept him from harm. One day while his company was in the trenches, shooting and being shot, John was yelling at a friend to get down when he himself was shot in the shoulder. He remembered very little of that afternoon, except that everyone else died save one young man who inexpertly attempted to help take care of the wound. The few weeks went by with John hardly noticing a thing. When he finally emerged from his quasi-comatose state, he could remember almost nothing except that last battle. He could recite his mother’s phone number and street address, he couHearts (chapter 7) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts (chapter 8)When John passed by his old Uni colleague Mike Stamford in the park, he had no flash of recognition, nor anything to suggest that John had once known the man. Mike recognized John, however, and called him over. John pretended to recognize him, and indeed he had a vague sense that this was someone familiar. They had a short and rather awkward conversation over coffee, and when John mentioned that he was looking for a flat and a flatmate, Mike perked up.Hearts (chapter 8) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You’re the second person to mention needing a flatmate today,” Mike said. “Who was the first?” John asked, a bit interested. “Come on, I’ll take you to meet him,” Mike said cheerily, standing up from where they had been sitting.
The morgue of St. Bartholomew’s hospital was not a place one expected to meet a potential flatmate, but that was exactly where Stamford took John. They passed by a pretty young woman in the hallway and she seemed to cringe at the sight of John, but John didn&
To Bring Them Back - CH 2Bilbo hadn't slept as he had predicted. And though he couldn't tell day from night, he assumed that he still had a few moments to rest before the Contractor would seek him and task him. He slipped out of his bed, wincing at the cold floor beneath his feet. It was odd of him to notice the freezing tiles but he assumed that, wherever he was, things were much different from Middle Earth. He quietly walked towards the door and opened it slightly as to have a glimpse of the dark hallway before venturing forth.To Bring Them Back - CH 2 in Drama More Like This
He shuddered at the frosted breeze tickling his bare arms and legs but soon got used to the abnormally cold temperature. Finally, he found a stairwell and descended carefully for the steps were slippery. Then headed away from the tower in which he spent most of his time since it harboured his room and gladly entered the main hall and noticed that the cold tiles were covered by a torn and damp carpet which would shield his feet. He followed it familiarly, eyeing the doors on either sid
To Bring Them Back - prologueIn a hole, in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty hole infested with worms and other insects of the like, this was a hobbit hole and that meant comfort.To Bring Them Back - prologue in Drama More Like This
In a hole, in the ground, there lived a hobbit.
In a hole, in the ground…
In a hole…
In a hole…
Bilbo gasped, sitting up abruptly. He looked around the room in which he laid and, to his dismay, came to the conclusion that the stone walls and bared windows were not that of his home. He sighed deeply, burying his face into his hands, wondering if he had managed to fall asleep or if he had just been so engulfed in his own thoughts that he had believed them real for a split moment. Yet, Bilbo soon concluded that it didn't matter because he was not in his home.
He was in a stone room, in a castle where he would live for the rest of eternity. And it wasn't a beautiful, rich castle filled with life and merriness – no, it was a rundown castle with bared windows, cold
To Bring Them Back - CH 6Bilbo stumbled out of the Eye; he wasn't sure how he managed to regain contact with his body but he had done so somehow. And after quickly peering around the room, he noticed that the Contractor was nowhere in sight, to his relief. He glanced back towards the floating globe and noticed that, back in Rivendell, Thorin had awoken from his sleep just as the sun was rising in Middle Earth. The hobbit watched with amusement as the king jumped out of his bed and quickly stormed through the hallways, but he soon stopped his observation and left the room. Bilbo made his way to his room and sat on his bed where he laid and rested for a few short moments when his door opened revealing the Contractor.To Bring Them Back - CH 6 in Drama More Like This
"I have need of your assistance again." He declared.
"Of course." Bilbo smiled melancholically. He slipped off his bed and followed his master to whatever task he had set in mind for him.
"Gandalf! Elrond!" Thorin yelled frantically as he dashed through the empty halls of Rivendell, heading to where
To Bring Them Back - CH 5"Odd," Thorin concluded, "It bears no title."To Bring Them Back - CH 5 in Drama More Like This
"Perhaps it was erased by time?" Dwalin suggested.
"I doubt it," Ori commented, he knew books well and wasn't afraid to display it, "There are normally faint markings on a book which once bore a title and though time has wrinkled it, it hasn't erased anything that once covered it. This book never bore a name."
"Then how do you know it's the one?" Kíli asked curiously.
"Because it has no name." Ori answered.
"Well there really is only one way to truly know if this is what we're looking for or not." Thorin stated as he gently opened the book. His eyes widened, "This…"
"What is it?" Kíli asked after a moment of silence.
"The pages…" Thorin mumbled frowning deeply as he showed them the pages, "They're blank."
"W-what?" Ori stuttered shocked that he had made a mistake concerning books. "How is that possible…?"
"I don't know!" Thorin hissed, tossing the book to the baffled dwarf, "Why don't you tell me!?"
To Bring Them Back - CH 1 The setting sun painted the sky warmly with orange and rose, and under its view there they stood on a pile of stone labelled Carrock. Thorin was covered in dirt, sweat and dry blood, not only that but he was extremely tired yet incredibly relieved. His stare was glued to a small man who's face was fogged.To Bring Them Back - CH 1 in Drama More Like This
"You…" Thorin nearly growled, "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed!" he took a step towards the little man as he regained his breathe, "Didn't I say you would be a burden…? That you would not survive in the wild? That you had no place amongst us?" he felt his heart thud heavily in his chest, as silence dwelled around them. Then, taking a breathe, Thorin finished his train of thought, "I've never been so wrong in my life."
As he admitted to fault, Thorin embraced the smaller man in a tight hug. The other's petit body tensed and remained still within the King's touch but soon loosened and accepted the contact with a conten
To Bring Them Back - CH 3Thorin, confused and dismayed by the hobbit's response, took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Your name." he requested, "What is your name?"To Bring Them Back - CH 3 in Drama More Like This
"Wait…" the hobbit whispered, troubled by the request, "You really don't remember me?"
"Your name." Thorin insisted. "I need to know your name. Please. Who knows how long I have left before I awake."
The hobbit paused assessing the situation carefully. Then he looked Thorin dead in the eye and said: "My name is B—"
Thorin gasped as his eyes opened abruptly and reflexively flinched into a sitting position. Choked by an indescribable emotion, it took him a moment to calm his breathing and notice Fíli, Kíli and Pippin staring at him with wide eyes, next to his bed. "We…" Fíli hesitated slowly, "We came to wake you…"
"Supper is ready." Kíli added.
It still took their king a moment to register the spoken words for his meeting with the hobbit had shocked him something awful. "I saw him
To Bring Them Back - CH 8Gandalf sent a look in Thorin's direction and gave him a sharp nod indicating that they were ready whenever he was. The Dwarf King took a quiet but deep breath and shared an individual look with each member of his company. Then, wordlessly, he pushed pass the doors violently and ran into the kitchen but soon came to an abrupt halt when his eyes locked with Bilbo. The hobbit was stunned and stop in mid motion whatever he was doing with a thick amount of dough and the tall hooded man next to him seemed just as surprised.To Bring Them Back - CH 8 in Drama More Like This
Without thinking, the company dashed forward, wanting nothing but to close the gap between them and the one whom they sought. However, before a step could be made, the Contractor pushed his hand forth and, with his magik, shoved the armed lot away. The force exerted had been so powerful and abrupt that all the Dwarves – and even Gandalf – lost foot and fell. Though none of them lingered on the floor for long; they quickly jump
Tokka Week- ParentsWARNING: This fiction uses my headcanon concerning Lin's lineage. If you're reading my fanfiction, Tokka- A Mother's Journey this contains major spoilers and references to events to come in the story. You have been warned!Tokka Week- Parents in General Fiction More Like This
Lin giggled as Sokka lifted her up into his arms. He couldn't help but laugh himself. Her laugh was so similar to her mother's.
"It's time for you to go to bed," said the Councilman, poking her nose and making her squeal in delight. "So Mommy and I can have some alone time."
"I want to have alone time with you and Mommy!" she insisted innocently.
Sokka chuckled as he opened the little girl's room. "Not tonight, sweetheart."
He set her down on her mattress and handed Lin her favorite stuffed badgermole. She snuggled down under her blankets and yawned as her weariness took effect. Sokka blew out the candle burning on the nightstand.
"Goodnight, Lin," he said, brushing her hair away from her forehead before kissing the top of her head.
"I love you, Daddy,"
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The word infuriated only began to cover it.
She stomped through the front doors of headquarters, her eyebrows drawn together in a grimace, her lips pressed into a straight line. A Captain had the gall to approach her, asking if the fugitive was apprehended. She pushed past him and gave an irritated grunt in reply.
She disappeared into her office and slammed the door behind her.
Sokka, having seen the display from afar, walked up to her office, knowing very well that she was the loose cannon at the station if there was one. Toph didn't seem to understand the fact that all of her actions bore consequences. That's how she had gotten Lin. And now that she was so spitting mad, there was no telling what kind of destruction she might cause.
He knocked on the door.
"What the hell do you want!?"
He automatically took a step back and took a deep breath. "It's me. Can we talk?"
Toph metalbent the door open. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Toph was
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It was the only word he could find to describe how he felt. It was a strange and frightening feeling for him. He almost always knew which direction to go, so long as he had a map. But his map was gone.
Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he knelt under the warm sunshine, the light breeze toying with his messily done wolf-tail. Was the weather mocking him? It was so beautiful outside, but inside he felt so dark and gloomy. His sunshine was gone.
He had visited her grave numerous times, bringing fresh flowers or just to let himself mourn in peace, and ever visit brought back memories as fresh and uninviting as they were during her burial. He squeezed his eyes shut as he remembered his darkest day.
Everything had been quite normal. He had just wrapped up a rather successful council meeting and was now finishing up some paperwork in his office. It startled him when Lin came crashing through the door.
The first thing he noticed were the gouges on her jaw that were dripping with blood. C
Tokka Week- BedtimeBedtime was her favorite part of the day. It was the time when they could forget about work and just focus on each other for a little while. They lay in bed, talking softly between themselves. Sokka peered over at Toph, who was lying on her back with her hands supporting her head, a content little smile on her lips. She felt his eyes on her.Tokka Week- Bedtime in General Fiction More Like This
"What?" she asked.
"I never get tired of looking at you."
"Wish I could say the same."
Sokka chuckled softly and kissed her temple. He ran his fingers through her black hair and let his fingertips trace her jawbone. Toph leaned forward and connected their lips. Her hand traveled to the nape of his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss.
Abruptly, Toph froze and her eyes shot open. She flew out of bed and landed firmly on the ground. Sokka had heard it too. The faintest giggle. And it hadn't come from Toph.
"You don't think-," Sokka began.
"Well, I don't think Lin's the type to giggle to herself." She stamped her foot on the ground, but could o
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"Alright, you guys are dismissed." Toph said as she ended class.
"Yes ma'am." The students replied as they dispersed.
It had been 19 years since Aang ended the hundred year war, and now Toph lived a peaceful life in Republic City. She opened up her own Metal Bending Academy, where she trained earth benders the technique she discover while helping the gang. Soon, her students would graduate and join the police force to help aid Republic City.
Toph felt a certain someone sneaking up behind her and she rolled her eyes. She stomped on the ground and a wall of earth stopped the shady character in their tracks.
"Sokka, when are you going to learn that sneak attacks don't work on me?" She asked as she dissolved the wall.
"Just watch Toph on of these days I'm going to catch you by surprise." He said, rubbing his nose.
Toph rolled her eyes and gave him a go-ahead-and-try smile.
"So what's up?" She asked.
"Aang and Katara invited us to go see Air Temple Island
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Toph woke up that morning feeling weirder than usual. Her head was aching and she felt the need to throw up. She ran to the window and pushed it open. She leaned over the side and threw up the contents of the previous day. Toph held onto her stomach, and took ragged breaths.
She had never felt this awful in her life before. Even though she had just emptied her stomach, she felt extremely hungry. She quickly freshened up a bit before heading to the dining hall Katara and Aang had shown her yesterday. On her way there, she ran into Sokka.
"Good Morning Toph." Sokka said, noticing she looked like she hadn't slept well.
Toph had dark circles under her pale green eyes. Her skin looked almost white and her body looked frail. Sokka frowned and took a step towards her.
"Are you okay?" He asked worried for her.
"I'm okay." She lied walking past him to go into the dining hall.
Suddenly her head felt heavy and she collapsed. Sokka caught her just in time and called fo
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After Sokka and Aang came back with some food and fresh water for Toph, they left the girls alone. Sokka had originally planned to stay but Katara assured him Toph fainted because of lack of sleep. He was hesitant but he left them alone.
He and Aang decided to go for a walk in the park. They boarded Appa and head over to Republic City. They strolled through the peaceful scenery as they watched couples and children pass them. Sokka and Suki had many dates at this park.
The memory brought back the pain of his break up. Even though he had loved Suki and treasured her, he just couldn't deny that special place in his heart for Toph. Seeing her today in her current state, made him feel useless. He couldn't do anything to make her feel better.
He didn't like it when she felt pain. He'd rather be the one in pain than her. He just couldn't stand the thought of seeing her like that. Sokka felt his heart ache as he had watched Toph collapse, but at the same time he felt ha
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[The night of the Gala]
Toph arrived at City Hall before everyone else. This event was going to have the most important people in the United Republic of Nations, so she had to make sure the security was tight. When she was done, the first of the guests started to show up.
It was Aang and Katara, along with their kids. Even though Toph couldn't see them, she assumed they had dressed up.
"Hey Twinkle Toes." Toph sneered as she walked over to them. "Hey Katara."
"Wow, Toph. You look amazing." Katara said as she took in the sight of her friend.
Toph wore a strapless form-fitting pale green dress with a cream sash tied around her waist. In the back, the sash was tied into a bow. Over Toph's dress was a see through shawl that cover her shoulders and wrapped around her arms. Toph's raven black hair was down and she wore an ivory hairclip. Around her arm was the space rock arm band and she wore ivory bangles on her wrists.
"Yeah Toph. I thought you would come in your
TOKKA Week 2012: Day 6They'd been at the bar for several hours now. Katara and Aang had left a while back to return to their home on Air Temple Island. Zuko and Mai, who had been visiting Republic city, declined the offer to go out for drinks after dinner. That left Toph with a pretty drunk (and getting steadily drunker) Sokka. The timing couldn't have been more perfect for this spontaneous get together. A few days prior her parents had arrived in the city after several letters had been passed between them and their daughter. Things seemed to be getting better and Toph felt it was time for them to meet their one year old granddaughter. They even offered to watch her for the evening so Toph could spend time with her friends away from work and without worry.TOKKA Week 2012: Day 6 in Romance More Like This
Now that everyone had gone though, the earth bender felt a bit nervous. Her feelings for Sokka over the years were turbulent, to say the least. She loved him, she hate
TOKKA 2012: Day 3"Excuse me, my good fellows." The two policemen in front of him stopped immediately and spun around to meet the voice. Two arms shut up in a salute, backs straight and eyes to the front. Sokka chuckled lowly. "At ease, at ease." Toph must've really trained them well. Or scared the living daylights out of them. Sokka likes to think it was a good mixture of both. "I was wondering if you two know where I might be able to find Chief Bei Fong?"TOKKA 2012: Day 3 in Romance More Like This
"Councilman S-" the older looking of the two started.
"Just 'Sokka' if you will."
"Um, alright. Sokka sir, the chief left a little early today."
"Right, sir, not too long after lunch." chimed in the younger second.
Sokka raised an eyebrow. Admittedly, that was his exact reason in finding the metal bender. He was planning on telling her to go home and rest. She had been working much too hard and too long
TOKKA 2012: Day 1They were staring each other down. The air between them crackling with fury and determination. Neither side willing to yield. Aang was watching with trepidation. Hating conflict, observing the Water Tribe siblings battle it out made him nervous. Toph sat off a little ways, nonchalant. Even if she couldn't see, it made no difference to her. In fact, she thought things were more interesting earlier when Sokka and Katara had been engaged in a screaming match.TOKKA 2012: Day 1 in Romance More Like This
It all started when Sokka began complaining about how he always did the fishing for the group. His younger sister countered that he was good at it. However, he thought it was still unfair. As it got heated, Aang tried to step in only to receive two pairs of blue eyes giving him icy stares. Eventually Sokka, being the idea man he is, suggested a game to decide who would catch dinner for the evening. It was a game th
TOKKA 2012: Day 2"She is beautiful, Toph." Sokka was finally allowed back to see the baby after the midwife and Katara cleaned up mommy and daughter. He couldn't help but be in awe at what he held in his arms. Life, in the form of a small child with a tuft of black hair, eyes like tiny jade pieces, and a cute button nose, not unlike her mother.TOKKA 2012: Day 2 in General Fiction More Like This
"Guess I'll have to take your word for it." Toph replied quietly. It surprised him. He thought she would be more happy. Tired, but happy. She seemed almost sad.
"Trust me, she's perfect. She is the Blind Bandit's daughter after all." This brought a small smile to the earth bender's face and Sokka praised himself for the tiny victory.
"Sokka?" The man stiffened. Toph rarely called him by name, even after all these years. She pat the mat next to her and Sokka sat down. He passed the newborn back to her mother and watch
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I look down and smiled happily, more that I have in 3 years.
I look at the glowing lights and see all the life’s he could of saved.
I think about why I am up here......I think about Him.....My dear friend Sherlock.
I waited for 3 years for him to come back.
I waited in our flat, out cold old flat.
I waited to hear the load screech from his violin, the shots from his gun at the wall that never did anything to him.
I waited to feel laughter he would bring me as we joked.
I waited every day, for him t walk up stairs and to smile. To say he was sorry. To tell me it was just a plan.
I wanted to punch him, then hug him tight. I wanted to fell his tight thing body, hi curly hair and to see his icy blue eyes price mine.
I wanted to smile again, to run around solving cases and be surprised on how he he did it.
I wanted to....I wanted......I wanted Sherlock back. I miss him.
I miss everything, every single bit of our life’s.
I want to wake up from this nightmare of which I live
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A man with a brain and able to read you at first glance. Who puts you down with his curl words.
Making you think your lower than him.
A man with curly hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Thin body and high cheek bones. Sexy on legs.
A man....with only one true friend who thinks his wonderful.
His skills of deduction is brilliant.
Sherlock may get on John's nerves and ruin his chances of getting a girlfriend but he cares.
He may wake him in the night with music or loud bangs in the kitchen.
Sure he's messy and rude......But he trusts John.
Sherlock's lost when it comes to being nice.
He can't trust anyone with his pain but John.
Sherlock never wants to hurt John because John is the only one who has tried and not failed at being his friend.
They may yell and punch but the forgive.
John may leave to his girl friends flat but he comes back to Sherlock.
22B1 Backer Street is home to Sherlock Holmes.
The only consulting Detective....With a True Friend Like John Ham
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I'm sorry my friend.....
I'm sorry John.
I'm sorry for the tears you cried after I died.
I'm sorry for the pain you felt for 3 years.
I'm sorry that I never texted you.
I'm sorry that you felt do alone.
I'm sorry for the angry you felt as people told you to forget a fake like me.
I'm sorry that you got in trouble at work for punching one of you fellow doctors who blamed me for your pain when it was.
I'm sorry you cried to sleep every night, wishing for me to come back home
I'm sorry for hurting you.
I'm sorry for making you watch me jump
I'm sorry that I hurt my only real friend
I'm sorry that you, Greg and Mrs Hudson were caught up in all of this.
I'm sorry that I made you so sad.
I'm sorry that I took so long.
I'm sorry John Hamish Watson
I'm sorry that you became my friend and go hurt so many times.
Please John. Forgive me for what I have done and said. I only wanted to keep you safe. I couldn't lose my friend.....my heart.....my only real reason for being alive.
You made this robot
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I try to talk, he silences me with a upper right punch.
I try to talk, he tells me to shut up.
I hear him talk, I see his anger in his eyes.
I feel his heated rage waving off his body and his hatred towards me....but then I see his hate melt and his raging sea blue eyes turn back into their cool calm shade.
I wait for him to speak but then he hugs me and I feel shocked at first.
I smile and hug him back. I have missed my dear friend. I have miss his smile and his laughter.
His funny jumpers and his reason.
I was a fool till I had him in my life.
And as I feel his tears on my neck, I hold him closer and whisper, “I have missed you too John Hamish Watson”