Snog Him!"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.Snog Him! in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Mother dear," River said, "I do not snog on command."
"Oh, come on!" Amy said bumping her shoulder with a grin. "When you were Mels..."
"When I was Mels," River said with dignity, "we were both adolescents. I've matured since then." River gave her a repressive look over her shoulder, high on her high horse. Amy just grinned.
They'd just come off an adventure. Another world saved. Another alien invasion thwarted. Another planet of green swampy people free to live their lives in peace.
They were all back in the Tardis, and all still covered in drying swamp mud. The Doctor was grinning and gesticulating, looking totally adorable as he explained to Rory how he'd assembled the complicated technological doo-dad that he'd put together at the last minute to make the invaders' oxygen tanks fritz out.
Rory's eyes were glazing over, as usual.
"So," Amy said, crossing her arms and tipping her head at her daughter. "Since you're too mature to
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me in Sci-Fi More Like This
River was in her bath robe. The Doctor squinted at her, no, she was in Amy's bath robe. He felt his hearts squeeze, but also a wry smile lift his mouth. River would never own anything as dowdy as a threadbare fluffy pink bathrobe.
She was wearing her mother's robe. The Doctor's throat closed up. She was coming out of the bathroom, halfway down the hallway. Her hair had that extra bounciness it got just after she'd washed it, when it wasn't quite dry yet. And she was moving like an old woman, as if her very bones hurt.
He ran down the hall and scooped her up in a huge hug. She squeaked in surprise. His hearts were suddenly hurting, but not for the Ponds. For River. How could she think he'd care how old she got? Why would she think she needed to hide any injury or imperfection from him.
Didn't she understand how much he loved her?
"River." He hid his face in her curls, cool against his cheeks. He squeezed her as tightly
Bedmates - (Doctor/River)River finally has the Doctor exactly where she wants him... Sort of...Bedmates - (Doctor/River) in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Move over, sweetie," River said, bumping him with her hip.
"I can't move over, I'll fall out of the bed," the Doctor protested. "And stop hogging all the covers!" He jerked irritably at the comforter and she rolled closer into him.
She wiggled against him, giggling.
"River, stop it!" he said, fending off her hands and spitting her hair out of his mouth where it brushed his face.
"I'm just reaching for your sonic screwdriver."
"Tha..at's! Not where I keep my sonic screwdriver!" he said with a squeak.
"Yes, it is, sweetie." She patted him on the bum and pulled the sonic screwdriver out from under him.
"How'd that get down there?" he asked.
"You weren't paying attention," she said suggestively.
"Well, if you wouldn't keep distracting me..."
"Sh... Someone's coming." She laid a finger to his lips and they froze, trapped together, wrapped up tight in the quilt, ears straining in fear they would
Isn't She A Bit Old For You?"Isn't she a bit old for you?"Isn't She A Bit Old For You? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor tilted his head and blinked. He looked at River. Totally gorgeous River.
He tried to think about it from a human perspective. To them, she looked older than him, even though in reality he was older than her, centuries older.
Yet, that was one of the things he found attractive about her. Oh, not that she looked older than him. That was completely immaterial. He came from a race where the old could look young and the young could look old. It was only his long exposure to human society that made it possible for him to understand what they meant.
But River, even if she could have lived to be old in that body, (his throat tightened, and he refused to think about it) even if she'd lived to be old and gray-haired she'd still be glorious. All that hair would simply have become a halo of silver fire, and she'd be even naughtier.
He knew his River.
She was watching him, wondering how he'd answer the officer's question. A little smile on her mouth. That k
TailoringThe Doctor and River go clothes shopping...Tailoring in Sci-Fi More Like This
“What about this, Sweetie?”
The Doctor turned to see River holding up a coat. They were in an elegant futuristic men’s clothing salon. One thing both of them enjoyed was shopping for clothes.
He bounded over and plucked the coat out of her hands, it was a frock coat, simple, with long elegant lines. He started nodding, his hair flopping in his face.
It was jet black. He swirled it on. It swallowed him, draping down to his knees and past his fingertips. “It’s a bit big.” He took it off and held it up before him. “But it’s tweed, that’s the important thing.”
“I know, Sweetie,” River tugged on the cuff of his regular tweed jacket. “And your old one is getting a bit frayed.” He hadn’t even taken it off to try on the new coat.
“You know what would make this perfect?” He turned to her with bright eyes. “Purple!”
Her eyebrows shot
A Very Good DayHe wasn't getting any younger, and his companions were ganging up on him.A Very Good Day in Sci-Fi More Like This
"This is never going to work!" Rory whispered.
"It will if you'll quit dawdling. Come on, River is keeping him distracted." Amy crept silently past the lower door to the console room, hunched over and tiptoeing like the burglar in some old comic strip.
He looked up to the console. Yes, River was keeping him distracted. She was kissing him, quite enthusiastically. And if the location of his hands were any indication, he was enjoying it.
He squashed down his fatherly instincts, knowing neither of the older people above him would care what he thought, and not willing to be the recipient of further superior smirks. He followed Amy down the lower level corridor.
They ducked into the downstairs common room, a sort of generic tea room where there was a food machine, a more conventional college fridge, and a hotplate for making tea. The room was hung with streamers and bunting, helium balloons floated at the ceili
Double DareThere are some things that are just too delightfully dangerous...Double Dare in Sci-Fi More Like This
She felt arms slide around her from behind. She jumped. She hadn’t expected that, she hadn’t heard anyone, which was odd for her.
Fortunately for the hugger, she recognized the arms, and the man’s scent.
“Deciding to live dangerously, my sweet?” she asked as she turned around.
He resettled his arms around her hips and grinned down at her. “Admit it, you didn’t hear me coming.”
“No,” she admitted, “But if I hadn’t recognized you you’d be wearing a large hole in your middle right now.” She took her hand off her gun and ran the back of her fingers over his belly.
He giggled and flinched back.
Her eyes fired with unholy delight. “Now, River,” he said, both trying to step back and trying to hug her tighter so she couldn’t move.
Her fingers wiggled their way between his buttons and he giggled and laughed as her fingers
Yes, Yes, Yes"Are you married, River?"Yes, Yes, Yes in Sci-Fi More Like This
Her heart leaped at the question. She stifled it down and concentrated on buckling her vortex manipulator. He'd asked. He actually had asked her to marry him before just taking her agreement for granted up on that pyramid.
Her hearts were beating so fast, and with such joy that she could barely stifle her impulse to jump on him and kiss him all over his pretty young face.
She wanted to dance around. Preferably nude. Preferably with him. She could feel her eyes sparkling with mad joy. He'd actually asked. He'd been interested as far back as this.
"Are you asking?" She wanted to be clear, she wanted it crystal clear what he was asking.
Ooh, smooth talker, that sexy voice.
And she was definitely going to answer. This time she wasn't just following instructions. "Yes."
"No, hang on," he said, panicked, she loved that trapped, horrified look on his face. He was so young, so gorgeous in that tux. A tux for a wedding. Her stomach rolled with gidd
Sleeping (River/Doctor)He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.Sleeping (River/Doctor) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care. Every once in a while she'd just show up, asleep in his bed.
He pulled his bow tie loose with one heavy hand. He tossed his jacket off carelessly and unwound his arms from his braces. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose and kicked off his shoes. He didn't bother with the rest.
He stumbled toward the bed, his eyesight waverin
Unexpected Visits What if Captain Jack met River's parents?Unexpected Visits in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amy and Rory were putting away the groceries. A crack of lightning illuminated the room and they turned with smiling faces, to see a strange man standing in their kitchen.
He was tall, with a square jaw, cleft chin, and wearing a vintage World War II overcoat. “Why hello!” he said. His voice was more laden with innuendo than even River’s.
Amy and Rory looked at each other.
There was another crack of lightning. “Dammit, Jack! I said no personal settings!” River appeared in a billow of staticy hair.
“River?” Amy asked, in her stern mother’s voice.
“Won’t you introduce us?” the handsome man said with eager eyes.
“No, I will not!” River grabbed the man’s wrist and Amy saw that they were both wearing vortex manipulators. River reprogrammed the one on the man’s wrist with vengeful fingertaps.
“River, what’s going on?” Rory asked,
Sick DaysJohn, how come you weren't in school today? This project is really important. We need to get a good grade on it. - SHSick Days in Short Stories More Like This
Sick, Sherlock. Got the flu. - JW
You can't be sick now. We're so close to graduating. - SH
Tell that to my immune system. Can we talk about this later? - JW
No. I'm coming over and we're going to work on our project. - SH
Sherlock, no. I feel like crap and I'm sleeping all the time. Plus you'll get sick. - JW
Sherlock? - JW
The arrogant boy didn't respond to John's text and he finally put the phone on his nightstand, not expecting a response now. He smiled sardonically and a small part of him hoped that Sherlock did get sick if he came over. Would serve him right. John laid back down and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep, his body unable to stay awake any longer.
Sherlock rode his bike quickly the half mile it took to get from his house to John's. He did really want to work on their project but the bigger part of him was worried about John. His friend didn't get sick
Theme Prompt - KissCas stalked into his bedroom in the bunker and slammed the door. It was childish, an act of defiance that calmed him even as he had to laugh at the absurdity of it. After all, he had been a millennia-old angel before he fell. Cas had watched the distant ancestor of human crawl out of the sea and the slow march of evolution that led to humanity in all its terrible glory. The march that had led to Dean Winchester. Throwing himself on the bed, Cas crossed his arms over his chest and glared up at the ceiling. Dealing with human emotions was like riding a rollercoaster and sometimes Cas was overwhelmed. This time, anger at Dean, or maybe about Dean, had sent Cas into the refuge his room had become.Theme Prompt - Kiss in Short Stories More Like This
“I hate this,” Cas muttered for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d been human for a few months now and had only made it back to the bunker three weeks before. Staying away had seemed like the best option at the start. After all, Cas had caused all of this by trusting the wr
Truth From A GhostDean woke up early that morning, the sound of voices drawing him out of his room. He recognized Sam’s laugh and Cas’s quiet reply and had to smile. They’d created their own little family here with Kevin and it was nice to have something permanent for a change. Of course, Cas had to end up being a morning person like Sam and enjoy running. Then again, nobody was perfect. And it made Sam happy to have company on his runs in the morning.Truth From A Ghost in Short Stories More Like This
This morning, Sam and Cas had just finished their run and brought back coffee and muffins. It was definitely a plus for Dean. There was a delicious little bakery about a mile away and Sam knew how much he liked it. Dean sat at the table in the kitchen and grabbed the brown bag containing the muffins. There were all different kinds as each of the four of them had different preferences. Dean grabbed a banana nut muffin and unceremoniously started to eat it. He listened to Sam and Cas discuss the lack of hunts lately and couldn’t real
Theme Prompt - ShiverAll Dean and Cas could do for several seconds was stare at Sam. He looked better than he had but still not healthy. Finally, Cas pulled his hand from Dean’s, his fingers trailing along Dean’s palm. Dean shivered then put it out of his mind. Right now, Sam came first. Standing, Dean walked to Sam’s side in time to catch him just as Sam’s legs gave out. They stumbled to a chair, Sam sitting down heavily as if all the strength had left him.Theme Prompt - Shiver in Short Stories More Like This
“You’ve missed a lot, Sammy,” Dean said, moving back to his own chair. He wanted to take Cas’s hand again, reassure himself the former angel was still there, but now was not the time. “Cas found us, obviously. He’s human. Metatron took his grace to cast the spell that kicked all the angels out of Heaven.”
“So Metatron couldn’t be trusted,” Sam sighed, running fingers through his hair. “Is there any angel still alive other than Cas we can trust?”
Theme Prompt - Fairy TaleSherlock looked up in the middle of his speech about thermonuclear dynamics and how it related to the current case and realized John was no longer there. The doctor had left a note on the coffee table next to Sherlock and he picked it up in annoyance.Theme Prompt - Fairy Tale in Short Stories More Like This
Went to get some milk. Sarah texted me so I'm going to be going on a date with her after. Try not to shoot the walls while I'm gone.
Rolling his eyes, Sherlock jumped up from the couch and grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his coat. Honestly, when was John going to realize that the dates were useless? He already had a full life here helping with the cases.
'Helping me,' Sherlock's active brain supplied treacherously. He shook his head and typed out a quick text to Lestrade, telling him the killer was actually the man's brother. He flopped back down on the couch, boredom already setting in. Usually, John was effulgent in his praise of Sherlock's deductions and the detective could preen a little bit under that ado
Theme Prompt - Breaking LooseWARNING: Spoilers for 8.23 Sacrifice. So if you have not seen that yet, I suggest you go watch the finale before reading this. I don't want to ruin the end for youTheme Prompt - Breaking Loose in Short Stories More Like This
‘This must be what it feels like,’ Metatron thought to himself as he looked around the white room. ‘Breaking loose and finally achieving your goal.’ Naomi was still slumped over her desk, blood pooling around her head from the wound Metatron had given her. She wasn’t dead, not yet, but she was completely incapacitated. You don’t work as the scribe of God and not pick up a few things about angels and how they work.
With a giddy laugh, Metatron walked out of Naomi’s office and into the rest of Heaven. It had been a very long time since he’d been here and he missed the garden. As Metatron walked, he saw the devastation and damage that had been caused by Castiel and other angels. Fighting was one of their talents but the last time that talent had been turned on each other was du
Theme Prompt - Pain 2Sam woke up again, eyes fuzzy as he stared at the clock on his nightstand. The neon green numbers told him it was the early hours of the morning, a time when most sane people were still sound asleep. Yet, with all the sleep he’d been getting lately, Sam felt wide awake. The lightheaded feeling from earlier was mostly gone and there was really no point lying awake here in bed. That would only give Sam time to think and that was the last thing he wanted. Maybe someone else would be up. Dean might be, he usually only slept for four hours a night. Especially since he got back from Purgatory. Sighing, Sam stood up and decided to change as his clothes were a bit bloodstained and rather dirty. He changed quickly, running his fingers through his hair once he was done.Theme Prompt - Pain 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Sam let himself out of his room quietly, knowing that Kevin was probably still asleep. The prophet was the only one who had kept to regular hours, most of the time. Dean, and to a lesser extent Sam himself, had lived too lo
Theme Prompt - Hair“And you just walked away from the accident without a scratch?” Sam asked Marie Ambrose, the first person Sam had noticed in the newspaper. Of course, it could just be a coincidence but luck like that was often no coincidence. They’d already tested her for possession by the simple expedient of splashing a little holy water on Sam’s palm before she’d opened the door. Shaking Sam’s hand had merely resulted in Marie wiping her hand on her jeans and inviting the Winchesters in.Theme Prompt - Hair in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes, I couldn’t believe it, Mr. Smith,” Marie told Sam, smiling in bemused wonder. “In the first second or so of the accident, I thought I was going to die. I could see it coming and I couldn’t stop it. The police that got there first said it was impossible for me to survive. The entire roof of the car was caved in. It’s a miracle.”
“That’s an incredible stroke of luck,” Dean said, balancing the cup of coffee Marie had h
Theme Prompt - ZooToday was finally the day! John could barely contain his excitement as he ate breakfast with his older sister and mother. There was a school-wide field trip to the zoo today that the teachers had been planning for a month now. At seven, John had only been to the zoo once and it was one of his best memories. He could hear his mother sighing as he wiggled in his chair but John was far too excited to stop.Theme Prompt - Zoo in Short Stories More Like This
Once breakfast was over, his mother walked him to the bus stop. Harry went to another school and walked on her own. John waited impatiently, rocking on his feet as he stared down the street. He knew the bus wasn’t late but it felt that way all the same. He really wanted to go to the zoo.
“Now, John, I want you to behave on this field trip,” Mrs. Watson cautioned her son. “Listen to the teachers and the chaperones.”
John nodded and let out an excited whoop when he saw the bus turn the corner. Mrs. Watson sighed again and shook her head fondly. John really wa
Theme Prompt - TowerLater that night, Greg received a text on his phone. He picked it up and looked apologetically at Molly. She nodded at him, understanding he tended to be always on call. So was she, for that matter.Theme Prompt - Tower in Short Stories More Like This
"Body found at water tower. You're requested. - Donovan"
He sighed and tucked his phone into his pocket. Kissing Molly gently on the cheek, he stood and threw on his coat.
"They need me at a crime scene," Greg explained. "Can I see you tomorrow?" Molly blushed at the hopeful tone to Greg's words and nodded.
"Maybe we can go out for coffee?" she suggested. "There's a nice cafe near the park." Greg nodded and walked to the door. Molly stood to meet him there, rising on tiptoe to give him a final kiss on the lips. They smiled at each other before he walked downstairs and took a cab to the water tower.
"Hello, Donovan," he greeted his second in command. She nodded at him and walked up to the crime scene with him.
"Victim is a young woman, late 20s," she said. "Stab
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Hutt RiverHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Hutt River in Romance More Like This
"Yo dude, get up here already, it's been your turn since like forever ago!" America ran over to where you were sitting and snatched you off the couch. "Now hurry up and pick something man." He held out his hat for you.
You felt around for a moment, not wanting to make a stupid decision. Something hard, cold, and circular hit your fingers. Choosing that item you lifted it from the hat. It was a pocket watch, and a very expensive one from the look of it. "Wow, this looks expensive. I wouldn't put something this nice in a hat. It could get broken or damaged."
"I have more of them. And it is expensive, it's the best money can buy." Hutt River was still sitting on the couch, it looked like he had no intentions of moving either. He held his hand out as if he wanted you to bring him his watch.
Sealand attempted to whisper. "Um, Hutt. Remember when you said having friends was important? Well, this isn't really a good way to go about getting them. Maybe you sho
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven SlovakiaHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Slovakia in Romance More Like This
America calls you to the center of the room and holds out his large, patriotic hat for you. “Pick something good dude. We don't want you to get stuck with anyone super boring.” He smiled wide and gave the hat a quick shake before letting you place your hand inside.
You felt around the cramped hat for a moment before picking your item. Lifting the item up and out of the hat you recognized it as a glove, the kind one would wear with a nice suit and tie. Still, these could belong to quite a few of the guys at the party. “Whose glove is this?” You held the lone glove above your head so everyone could get a look at it.
“That's mine.” Slovakia walked up to you, shyly with a sweet smile on his face. “I wasn't actually expecting to get to play, so I didn’t bring anything. I'm sorry my item made it hard for you to identify the owner.”
“Aw dude, he kind of reminds me of Canada. I'm glad we invited him. You two should have tons
Too Many Apples Greece X ReaderToo Many Apples Greece X Reader in Romance More Like This
You had been wandering around through the park aimlessly for quite a while now. This was supposed to be a date, but nothing had happened, and the way things were going you seriously doubted anything would. Greece didn't even seem to remember that you were walking beside him anymore. "Hey Greece, I like that park and all, but it would be a lot more fun if we talked or something."You hoped you hadn't sounded rude, but you had to get this date back on track.
Greece looked over at you. "Hmm, oh I forgot we were walking together, I'm sorry. I got so busy thinking about what we were going to do today, I forgot I already had you here." He scratched the back of his head and smiled. "Well, I guess we should go do what I had planned to do all along now then huh? I hope you aren't afraid of heights." He lead you into a more private part of the park surrounded by trees. Upon closer inspection you realized the were all fruit barring trees. "Have you ever picked apples bef
Breaking the News Switzerland X ReaderBreaking the News Switzerland X Reader in Romance More Like This
"I'm not sure about this, she's really upset that I've been spending so much time with you. Maybe we should do this on another day." Switzerland let out a long sigh.
You gave his hand a tight squeeze. "We're going to have to tell her sometime you know. She can't hate me forever. Now's as good a time as any. Honestly, I think the longer we wait, the worse off we are. So come on, I've got your back."
Switzerland took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right, I shouldn't be afraid to go into my own house with you anyway." He scoffed. "It's pathetic, I'm pathetic." He opened the door and took you inside. Liechtenstein was sitting on the couch reading a cook book. "Liechtenstein, we need to talk about something, it's rather important."
Liechtenstein looked up from her book, her happy expression quickly changed when she saw you. "Brother, why is she here? You were supposed to spend tonight with me. You're always with her now, it's no fair."
"I know, that's why we need to talk." He nervously c
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven ThailandHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Thailand in Romance More Like This
You walk up to America's old hat and reach your hand inside. You felt around for a moment until something very strange brushed across your fingers. Try as you might you couldn't guess what it was. You pulled it out of the hat and still didn't know what it was. It was an oblong object, covered in some sort of spiky hair that ranged from red to green. It looked like it might be a type of food. After looking at the object for a moment you gave up. "Would someone like to tell me what's in my hand please?"
"Um, I can tell you, that's my item." Thailand walked up to you and took whatever it was from your hand. "You really haven't ever seen one of these, ana? It's a rambutan fruit. It tastes really sweet, we can eat it later if you would like." He smiled politely.
"Dude that thing does not look edible, it looks like a weapon of some sort. But if she won't eat it, I totally will. Because I eat everything." America laughed. "But anyway you two should head into the closet. Don't want to
Our Little Secret Norway X ReaderOur Little Secret Norway X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Hey Norway, what are we doing out here exactly? It's cold, and really late.” You shivered as a gust of freezing wind chilled you to your very bones. “Couldn't we have done this during the day, when it's a little warmer?”
“No, it only works at night.” Norway led you through a dense part of the forest, with nothing but a small lantern to light the way. “Be careful, the ground is really uneven here.”
“I noticed, I've been tripping pretty much the whole time.” You grabbed hold of Norway's hand to help steady yourself as you climbed over a fallen tree.
“I'm sorry, I would have brought more light if I could have.” He became silent for a moment as you walked. “Light, scares them away though.” Norway blushed as he spoke. “You'll just have to wait and see. Not much longer now.” You followed behind him for a moment longer, stumbling over obstacles you couldn't see, pushing
The Invitation Prussia X ReaderThe Invitation Prussia X Reader in Romance More Like This
"Come on, really, we have to use that one? There's not another one you like? Look at all the different designs they have here, they're really nice you know. What if we go have some taken? God please just not that picture." Prussia was trying his best to get you to change your mind about what picture to use for your invitations. But you had your mind made up. No photographer could ever take a picture like the one from the roller coaster.
You shook your head. "No, I like this picture the best and we're using it. It represents us better than any other picture we have, now stop your arguing." You handed over the image to the man making your invitations.
A small chuckle escaped his mouth. "I'll be right back ma'am, this should only take a moment." He walked off to the back room, photograph in hand.
Prussia's expression was less than pleased. "Well there he goes, off to insure the world knows how awesome I'm not. I really should hurt you." He glared evilly a
Let the Games Begin Greece X ReaderLet the Games Begin Greece X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Hey, wake up. I need you to do something for me.” Greece was jerking you back and forth in your bed, trying his hardest to wake you up. His voice didn't have that relaxed monotone sound to it. Even in your half asleep state you could tell whatever he needed had to be important.
Finally you managed to force open your heavy lids and look up at him groggily. “What is it Greece?” You peered over at your clock, it was only four in the morning. “What could you possibly need at four in the morning? We just went to bed a few hours ago.” You let out a long sigh and dropped your head back to the pillow.
“I know. But this is important, there's a competition today. I need you there to make sure I don't fall asleep.” Greece brushed your messy hair from your face and kissed you. “Please? I really, really need you there for me.” There was no way, even as tired as you were, you could deny him. He looked so pitiful and sweet. What you
Good Morning Beautiful Lavi X ReaderGood Morning Beautiful Lavi X Reader in Romance More Like This
A warm, bright beam of sunlight shined over your face as the sun rose in the sky. As your sore body began to wake up you started to stretch, only to find something was holding you back. It was a person. Someone had their arms around you, and what was worse, someone was in bed with you. You quickly flipped over to a half asleep Lavi smiling at you.
“Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?” Lavi sat up and stretched giving you a sleepy grin. “ I know I did. I slept like a rock actually.” A yawn escaped his mouth as he finished up his sentence.
“W-what are you doing in my bed exactly?” You pulled the covers closer to you, clinching them tightly in your fists.
Lavi snapped out of his stretch to look at you. “Wait, you don't remember?” A look of absolute terror covered his face. He quickly got out of your bed and paced around the room. “I'm sorry, I thought you were. I didn't mean.”
Monsters and Kisses Spain X ReaderMonsters and Kisses Spain X Reader in Romance More Like This
It was a dark, stormy, evening. You were all alone with nothing to do. Nothing was on TV and you knew no one would want to do anything with you in this weather. You let out a long sigh and started for the kitchen. A sudden knock came from the front door. You quickly ran to the door and opened it, not wanting whoever it was to get soaked. “Spain what are you doing here?”
“I thought you might be bored all alone, so I came over to see if you might want a bit of company.” Spain gave you a cheerful smile and removed his drenched coat. “You don't mind me being here, right? I can leave if you want me to.”
“No, I don't mind at all. Let me just get you a towel, you soaked and I don't want you to get sick.” Leaving him in your home's entrance, you quickly ran off to fetch him a towel. When you returned he was standing in your TV room drenched and shirtless, looking for a movie to watch with you. “H-here's your towe
EnglandXReader - Hetalia Academy 15EnglandXReader - Hetalia Academy 15 in Romance More Like This
England hadn't noticed you yet. He was looking out the window. But then he saw your reflection. He turned to look at you as if believe you weren’t really there, that you were just a figment of his imagination. His emerald green eyes glimmered with unmasked hope. You swallowed and took the seat next to him, unconsciously moving to the far side of the seat.
"Well, this really is a happy accident." Hungary said.
"Totally dude." America said and looked at you. "Right (name)?"
You side glanced at England. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, just staring out the window again. You sighed and looked at the table.
"Yeah. Totally." You muttered.
Before the waitress came by, the old woman who brought you to the table, America and Hungary sat chatting with each other. They tried to pull you and England into the conversation, but every time the boy of you would give short, one worded answers.
When the lady came by, you each ordered ice cream, you got the same as last time, Ame
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You woke up to Arthur saying your name and the pinging noise of the plane intercom. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and looked at Arthur.
"We've landed." He said and smiled at you.
You yawned and stood up. He stood also and reached into the overhead storage compartment and pulled out your backpack and his duffel bag. The two of you walked off the plane and were soon met by Eliza and Gilbert.
"So how are ve getting to your house?" Gilbert asked.
"Since my parents don’t know I came home, a cab would be our best bet." You replied.
The four of you walked out of the airport with your bags in tow. You tried to hail a cab and after about four or five tires, you finally got one. You got in the front with the driver and Eliza, Arthur, and Gilbert piled in to the back. You told the driver the address to your home and you were off. Almost twenty minutes later, you arrived at the familiar front door of your house. You got out, giving the driver his money, and walked on the front
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The next weeks for you were absolute bliss. Arthur was your boyfriend, and your first date would be the concert that he bought the tickets to for your birthday. You had nearly completely forgotten about your parents double gifts. At school Arthur walked you to all your classes and met you back there before it was time to leave again. You, Eliza, Arthur, and the rest of your friends would always hang out after classes.
It was the day before the concert and Arthur asked you if you minded if just the two of you hung out that day. You nodded and said sure, telling Eliza and your brothers. Eliza smiled and agreed. Gilbert was forced to by Ludwig to not get involved. So after your last period class, Arthur took you to the lake where the two of you first started going out. He sat down on the grass and you took a seat next to him, leaning against his arm.
"Why'd you want to come all the way out here?" You asked.
He shrugged. "I figured it would be the best place to get alone time with you." he
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When you regained your composure you left the room and walked into the kitchen. Romano was already at the table, across from Feli and Ludwig was already there, sitting next to him. You decided to sit next to Romano since Ludwig did think that he was your boyfriend.
When you got there, Feli helped you make a plate piled high with pasta with tomato sauce and a slice of pizza. Romano put the same things on his plate. Ludwig ended up bringing his own food of wurst and beer. You all ate in silence before Ludwig decided to speak up and ask you a few questions after about three beers or so.
"So, how long have you und Romano been dating?" He asked in his German accent.
You and Romano stiffened and looked at each other.
"A month," you said just as Romano said, "a week."
"A month and a week." You said with a sweet smile.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow at the two of you and then just shrugged it off. "How did you meet, Romano?"
Romano froze again and hesitated. You laughed playfully and leaned over to
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The next morning you woke up early. You looked at your clock on your night stand. It said 6:30. You sighed. Why did your body insist on waking you up so early in the morning? You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed, standing up. You walked to your dresser after double checking you blinds were closed. You didn’t want Gilbert to be watching you get changed, even if you weren’t entirely sure he was awake.
After you got changed you decided it was okay to open the shades. And guess what the first thing you saw as. Yup, Gilbert's head leaning out the window with a smirk on his face. He was shirtless and wearing, from what you could see, lounge pants with the Prussian flag printed on it. His ruby eyes were half closed. You glared at him, opening the window.
"Guten morgen, (name)." He said, still smirking.
"Sorry, I don’t speak German." You said. It wasn’t entirely true since the language you took in school as German because you wanted to be able to speak to your grandm
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You wake up one morning in the summer to your mom shaking you awake. You groan as you sit up and rub your eyes. You look at your mother with a glare like ice for waking you up.
"Wha timesit?" you ask, groggily.
"It's time to get up, (name)." She said. "Your father and I have something we need to talk to you about."
She walks out of the room and you rub your (e/c) eyes an run a comb through your (h/l)(h/c) hair and slap on the first bit of clothing you could get your hands on. Then you head downstairs to see you parents in the kitchen siting at the counter.
"Have a seat, hun," Your father says.
"You're not telling me someone died, are you?" You ask as you take a seat at the other end of the counter, looking at your parents quizzically.
Your mother shook her head. "Actually, no. We wanted to tell you that we are sending you away. To a boarding school."
"What?! Why?!" You ask, completely confused as to why your parents so suddenly decided to send you away.
"Because, we think it would be g
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Running. Always running. Don’t look back. Don’t you dare!
You couldn’t help it. You looked back. No one behind you. However you could still hear the howling and baying of the hounds that chased you. You turned forward again and nearly ran into an out stretched branch. You stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Don’t stop running!
In front of you, the woods stretched on seemingly forever, in every direction. Branches were pulling on your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Dampened leaved were sticking to your shoes and legs. Tree roots reached out, trying to trip you, to make you fall.
You were running down the boarder of your country and Russia. You had to get back to base. HE was there waiting for you.
You never made it.
You heard the laugh before you saw him. You turned your head, craning your neck. You saw your two greatest fears that day. First you saw the white haired and violet eyes of the Russian Nation, yelling for you to get back there, laughing at
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Please Read the Description at the bottom. I have a question for all you who read this story and plan to continue reading it in the future.
Days past and you still found it hard to look Arthur in the eyes. And of course, Eliza's suggestive stares and Gilberts teasing didn't help your cause either. At breakfast and lunch he would still sit with you and everyone else, and he was still your lab partner in Chemistry, so you still interacted with Arthur, but as the days past, it just got harder and harder to look at him. Ever since the "not date" and what Eliza had said that night when you got back.
One day in chemistry, weeks after that night with Arthur, he talked to you while you were doing a lab.
"(Name)?" He said.
"Hm?" you reply, concentrating on measuring the right amount of certain acid to put into a slightly stronger base.
"Did I… did I say something to make you mad at me?"
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"I want to break up." Your boyfriend said.
No less than a week ago, if this had happened, you would have no doubt gone home and cried your eyes out. But over the past week, so many things have gone wrong that this just wasn’t enough to make you cry any more.
You nodded and said, "All right," with a blank expression.
"We can still be friends." He said, thinking you were just putting on a brave face.
You just shrugged and walked away, leaving your boyfriend… actually EX-boyfriend… standing there. You sighed. You couldn’t go to anyone to talk to about this. Eliza was on vacation, Alfred was mad at you for missing his birthday party and Arthur… well Arthur was your cousin and it was weird to talk about this stuff to family.
You just decided to go to the library or something. Maybe you'd write, draw, or read some manga. You made your way to the library and to a somewhat secluded part. You pulled out a book from your bag and began reading from where you last
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While working the counter at your job like you so often did, you got a call on the phone for an order, which wasn't out of the ordinary either.
"Roma Pizza." You said.
"Ciao." Came a male Italian voice. "I'd like to place an order for pick up."
"Ok. Can I have the name please?"
"Romano Vargas." The man replied.
You typed the name into the computer. "Ok and what would you like, sir?" You asked.
"I'd like one plain pizza, your spaghetti and meatballs, and your Italian sub with everything on it." He told you.
You punched in the order as the man said it. "That'll be 27.29 and it'll be ready in..." You looked to see how many tickets there were already. None. Not surprising. It was the end of your shift. "Fifteen to twenty minutes." You told him.
"Bene. Grazie." He said and hung up.
No less than five minutes later did a man walk in with amber eyes and dark brown hair with a weird little curl that jutted from his hair to the left. You had to admit to yourself that he looked kind of attractive
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Little bit crazy like New Orleans
Memphis blue and Daytona sunny
Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans
Don't you know,
Ain't nothin in the whole wide world
like a southern girl
The accent. Oh dear lord the accent.
The Doctor had replied to River's note on the psychic paper, as always, but he had been completely unprepared for the scene that awaited him when he had walked out of the TARDIS.
River had been sprawled on the hood of a bright red Corvette, which matched her red lipstick. A red and scarlet plaid shirt that was tied high on her ribs was paired with washed out blue cut-offs and cowboy boots. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. The Doctor had nearly been blinded when the brakes stopped groaning and he opened the doors.
"Hello Sweetie," River had said, in a near perfect Southern drawl. Things had escalat
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River sat on the golden throne set in the great hall of the Parthenon. Two owls sat atop the throne, and a pair of golden-collared wolves lounged at her feet.
River herself was wearing a silk top that was cut off halfway down her ribs, her toned stomach on display. Gold chains held the silk together at the shoulders and sides, and flowing pieces of fabric wound their way down her arms. The skirt was floor length, shorter in the front, made of silk, and colored a gradient, going from creamy white to navy blue. Bronze and gold chains decorated her waist and silver sandals hugged her ankles.
There certainly were perks to being mistaken for a goddess. River enjoyed ordering around the guards, who were keen to act on her every whim.
She was absentmindedly stoking one of the wolves, whom she had christened Arete, when one of the guards burst into
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The Doctor looked at the shocked expressions on Vastra, Jenny, and Strax's faces. Clara had just disappeared into the tangled web of light that was his time stream, and he wasn't about to lose her, not again, not now.
He vaguely heard Vastra warning him about stepping into his own time stream, but they all knew the warning was futile. Nothing would stop him.
River's voice cut through his haze of thought like a rock through glass, shattering it just as effectively.
"There has to be another way! Use the TARDIS, use something! Save her, yes, but for God's sake, be sensible!"
The Doctor turned on his heel and gripped the hand she was moving to slap him with. Her green eyes were round with shock.
"How are you even doing that? I'm not really here."
"You're always here to me, and I always listen. And I can always see you."
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He wasn't quite sure how he had found this room. It just, sort of, happened. He wasn't even sure the TARDIS had a room like this, until he married River Song. All the same, he somehow found himself on the side of the room, wearing ear plugs, watching her mow down target after target, direct hit after hit.
He had known he was going to like her, ever since the Silence bunker in 1969. He did find River very sexy. A River who was panting, holding a handgun, surrounded by dead Silence, unbearably sexy. He shouldn't like that, but he kinda does a bit.
"Lost in thought, Sweetie?" River's honeyed voice jolted him back to reality. He started and pulled out the ear plugs. River had destroyed every single target and was looking over at him, arms crossed and hip cocked,
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Sleeping in the TARDIS was, interesting, to say the least. River always thought it was like floating, only staying in place. Needless to say, it could lend itself to some very, interesting, dreams of a certain kind, but not nightmares. Not really.
The Doctor and River had just gotten to bed after being interrupted by a now extremely scarred Amy (they really should lock their doors), but really only the Doctor was out like a light. River was still in a daze, stressed from their adventure, which had involved her childhood monsters. It was another half hour before a darkness washed over her.
Something was watching her. If only she could remember what. River mentally shook herself. At eighteen, she needed to stop with this irrational childhood fear. Nothing was there, and if it was, she would know. She could hit a target bulls-eye f
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It was one of those rare nights with just the two of them. No monsters or aliens, no scandalized looks from the locals, and no gun or fire fights. Just him and River slow dancing, with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her waist and him mumbling nonsense Gallifryean in her ear.
River's dress was simple, a soft, flowing white thing that was fitted at her waist and then pooled at her feet. The Doctor was wearing his black tailcoats and bow tie. His top hat had been reduced to shreds earlier in the evening, but River had taken mercy on his tailcoats.
Nights like these are a gift, because they usually end up finding a plot to destroy whatever monarchy ruled that particular planet. They really never end up just dancing. But when they dance, he thinks she is the most beautiful, with her uncanny ability to draw every eye and to keep dancing even when he knows she's had a bit to much,
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Amy knew this was a bad idea. The Doctor had sworn that alcohol had no effect on him, but when it came down to it, how reliable was he?Because at this point he was buzzed and already he was more clumsy and rambly than usual.
River sat casually at the bar, black boots laced up her ankles and wearing a close-fitting black mini dress that left nothing to the imagination. Rory was god knows where and the Doctor was embarrassing himself on the dance floor, much to Amy and River's delight. The Doctor went over to River and asked her to dance. River took his hand and he led her onto the dance floor. Amy laughed as he awkwardly danced with her daughter.
An hour and several drinks later, the Doctor was madly(and publicly)professing his love for River, much to her embarrassment. He really was quite loud. Amy and Rory sat at a side ta
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He tries to forget, really, he does. But it's always there, a single, resounding fact: she will go to the Library.
He does manage to forget, sometimes. When they are running through danger on the next alien planet, or on their "family outings" with the Ponds. He forgets this fact when they are in bed together, when she is sleeping beside him. He loves to watch her sleep, when she is the picture of peace, without a care in the world, exquisite, beautiful.
But he can't ever truly forget. How can he? Because it's his past, her future, and he can't even say don't ever go there, because, spoilers. The love of his life will be gone, and he won't even realize it.
So he lives, day after day, knowing. She will go to the Library, and she will die, and he will not even know her. He hates to remember, so he forgets.
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Maybe it's how she acts, like she owns the place.
Maybe it's how she annoys him, how she embarrasses him.
Maybe, just maybe, it's the way she has such an attitude. He shouldn't like it, but he does, how bold and audacious she is.
Or is it the way his name dances off her lips when they are alone?
She knows his name.
He loves the way her hair curls, how it is always in her face, even if she has managed to pin it back. He is convinced it is magical, like pure gold that wove its self into bouncy curls.
He is awkward, he is clumsy, he is so old, but he is the youngest he has ever been.
And she loves it. She loves it all, he can tell. She loves his flailing limbs ever time they kiss, his "plans" that he talks about, but doesn't know what they are until he finishes talking. She loves his rambling, his attempts at coolness.
Bow ties are cool, he says, and she rolls her eyes, but he can tell she enjoys it, even though she will never admit it to his face.
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The Doctor turned down the hallway to his room, trying to find River. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew where she was, so he decided to join her. He had an idea to go to a planet that had a reputation for the best chocolate in the universe. Only the best for his River.
He turned a corner and heard the muffled sound of music coming from his room. Unless he heard it wrong, it sounded a lot like a song that was popular in 2014. He pushed open the door just wide enough to peer inside.
"Happy" blared loudly from the in-ceiling speakers, while his wife danced around the room holding a hairbrush. River was wearing a pair of black, cotton, galaxy patterned short shorts, and a black tank top that should have been illegal for its tightness. He watched her happily for a minute before jumping in to dance with her.
River yelped in surprise when he grabbed her hand, but laughed and resumed dancing with him. He loved her like this
Pirates Versus Privates, 27It was the first time Peg had ever dealt with a willing hostage, but she saw no reason not to comply with Minnie's wishes. After tying Minnie's wrists together with rope, she picked up the tiny mouse and hauled her out of the mansion. But as Minnie rode in Peg's arms, it turned out she had more strange requests. "Put me in the brig, and don't tell Mickey I'm there until the ship has started moving. Then I'll want to see him personally."Pirates Versus Privates, 27 in Romance More Like This
Peg frowned, scrunching up her nose as she looked down at her prisoner. "Yer awfully demandin', fer a hostage."
"Please put me in the brig, then." Minnie restated, speaking with the kindest conviction. Peg began to think the private had some screws loose, which actually made her a fitting match for their crazy captain. Peg didn't issue another complaint and Minnie didn't issue another request, so the rest of ride went smoothly.
When they arrived at the cells on the bottom of the ship, Peg was kind enough to untie Minnie before opening the cell do
Grimm City Chapter FiveThe brave heroes encountered trouble with a terrifying troll, but with terrific teamwork, victory was theirs once more. The maiden used clever thinking to ensnare the magic that had held their foe, but now she understood they needed to go back to the beginning. With the addition of a slow-witted but kind huntsman, they set foot once more to solve the mystery. Yet there were more secrets and lies waiting for them behind every turn of the pageGrimm City Chapter Five in Romance More Like This
Normally Minnie would be in bed by this hour, but with the capture of the white feather, she couldn't wait another day to have the answers. She headed out of the forest as soon as her wits were collected, followed by all of her companions including Goofy, who had insisted "If someone's after my life, I think I'd like ta know more 'bout it." Mickey had given up on trying to keep the group small, and knew exactly where to go when the mice climbed back on his motorcycle. The ride to Professor Ludwig Von Drake's house was unusually
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It was quiet, save for the occasional sound of pen scratching against paper. Mickey was lost in his maps, outlining where the crew had been and where they would go, his eyes darting this way and that across vast territories. Occasionally his foot would fall asleep, so he would adjust his body atop the array of soft pillows under him, and perhaps give a thoughtful chew to the top of his feathered quill. His extra lamp kept a small flame burning, while as usual, the ‘first’ lamp was tied snugly to his belt, hanging off of his side.
Inside the ‘first’ lamp, it was almost as quiet, with an emphasis on almost. The genie within was wracked with nervousness, pacing back and forth in her cramped space while wringing her delicate fingers over and over. There were so many things Minnie wanted to do, to say, but her self doubt and years of misery before meeting Mickey bit away at any hope she had. Love betwee
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The open letter system went into effect a few days after the assault on the Rabbit household. Horace had told the other officers that the Scarlet had been trying to rob Duke Roger, but the frightened noble hadn't been able to give a clear answer anyway. This had little effect on the public, who, upon finding the newest declaration from the Scarlet in the papers about the letter system, were eager to write in. Some wrote about crimes that happened before the Scarlet's arrival, others about the unfair taxation that the Tache bank was enforcing, and there were also some that merely wanted a private way to voice their opinion on one matter or another. It was a system that found no judgment towards the writer, and there was a sense of calm that came over the city, with burdens lifted off their shoulders
Not to say the system didn't have its problems.
"Fangirl, fangirl, murder this guy, fangirl, invitation to a birthday party " The Scarlet speedily read through the unimportant one
Pirates Versus Privates, 34Alcatraz hadn't changed much since Mickey had nearly gone there last time. It was still a cold, desolate island in the middle of nowhere, since it was supposed to be a place where people sent pirates so they could be forgotten about forever. Today was the exact opposite. All eyes were on the island, with dozens of ships in the water and in the air going around the world renowned prison. A meeting was happening inside that hadn't been heard of in years, and everyone wanted to listen in on it. On this mutual territory, the rulers of the four kingdoms were deciding the fate of piracy.Pirates Versus Privates, 34 in Romance More Like This
Mickey and Minnie had been pulled from the cold water and rescued, and their injures had been tended to. Magica's body couldn't be found, but her vile deeds were exposed and the world did not know how to move on. Mickey and Minnie were undeniably heroes, but he was a pirate, and she was a discharged private who had illegally used her weapons. Then there was the matter of all the pirates who had he
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All I wanted was a day to keep my money for the cafeteria. Considering the life I had led, I felt that was rather small. Yet there I was, reluctantly handing over my crumpled dollar into Tommy’s sweaty hand. My nose wrinkled – having hypersensitive smelling really sucked at times like this. I could practically smell every one of his open pores. But I was smart enough not to let it show. “That’s all I have, I swear.”
Tommy rubbed his nose with the back of his arm while he counted the money, which I considered a miracle for him. But, again, I was smart enough not to let it show. A lot of my survival was hiding and pretending, which was the exact opposite of my species specialty. I was a shame to my kind.
Let’s back it up a few pages. My name is Brian. I’m a wolf. Please stop thinking of Disney cartoons and singing princesses, because I swear it’s nowhere near as cool as it sounds. I guess if you want to get technical, I’m
Pirates Versus Privates, 33Mickey was cold, but that was obvious just by looking at him. He was still wearing the same clothes he had been arrested in a week ago, and they weren't made for low temperatures. There were chained cuffs around his wrists, and as they touched fur and skin, they caused him to shiver. The snow was an obvious indicator of chilly it was, though it wasn't sticking to the ground. One could be dressed impeccably, and yet one look at him and they would feel frozen to the bone. That was how the crowd felt as they watched him walk in the town square as they awaited his execution.Pirates Versus Privates, 33 in Romance More Like This
A small wooden platform had been set up with a singular noose hanging in the brisk wind. Ten privates stood around it protectively, five from the N.A.V.Y. and five from the A.R.M.Y., though exactly for whose protection no one could be certain of. The mouse was bound and outnumbered, and was being led to the gallows by Generals Helga and Rourke, along with Captains Amelia and Jane. The crowd mumbled and whispered to eac
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Normal is relative in Spookyville. If something happens to you enough times, you might consider it normal for your every day to day life. Today, for example, Mayor Mickey found it normal to have received a letter from warlock Mortimer to meet him in the town square for another magic duel. Ever since Mortimer had arrived in Spookyville, he had tried to take it over by challenging Mickey to these ridiculous battles, and had lost in utter humiliation each and every time. Mickey had earned his mayoral position due to his strong magic, so now it was just a chore to kick Mortimer's butt again.
However, for once his scale of normal was tipped. When Mickey arrived at town square at the designated time, he found his secretary, Donald, his chef, Goofy, and his stalker, Minnie, already there. Minnie dived for him, and Mickey easily stepped aside to miss her glomp. "Hey guys! What're ya doin' here?"
Donald held up a small envelope be
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A staple of any good witch is to be a good cook as well. Making potions has a lot in common with making a good meal. The ingredients need to be fresh, the work has to be dedicated, and the slightest error could ruin the entire dish. Yet Minnie didn't feel the slightest bit of worry or tension, for she fancied herself not only an excellent cook, but an excellent master of potions. She rather enjoyed making potions, and today was in a merry mood for it, sprinkling in a few more dragon scales as she stirred her giant cauldron. Her smile grew as she watched the liquid change color, and triumphantly waved her ladle in the air. "Perfect! A few more minutes, and it should be finished! It's very important to let these things reach the right temperature." She hopped off of her stool, and poked gently at the kindle beneath the cauldron. "But there's also got to be time for it to cool off. Wouldn't want to burn any tongues!"
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There had been six million ways to go about this and eventually Mickey had rejected them all. This was something to be done with absolute precision and perfection, which was difficult when he was an imprecise and imperfect mouse. It was rather ironic that an idea that was supposed to guarantee a lifetime of joy as giving him nothing but anger and frustration first. He was distant to his friends, and often ignored meals. There were many chances to put the plan into action, but something always went wrong, and for a sad while Mickey gave up. Perhaps he should hold off on asking her all together.
Then, one day, on a day that wasn’t different or special at all, it happened. Mickey and Minnie had managed to sneak away from the castle, much to Daisy’s very loud aggravation. When the musketeer and princess played this game, they often didn’t have a set plan in motion. They simply wanted to escape their mutual d
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You looked at yourself for at least the third time in the mirror in the last two minutes.
“You look fine,” Alfred said from the family room. “Ludwig is probably just running late.”
Inside you were laughing at that comment. The strict and stern Ludwig Beillschmidt running late? “Yeah right,” you scoffed.
That’s when the doorbell rang.
“He’s here! He’s here! He’s here!” you shouted.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alfred shouted still watching TV.
Regaining your composure you took a deep breath and opened the door. “H-hi, __________.”
“Hi,” you said smiling.
“I…umm got these for you,” he said thrusting a bouquet of flowers into your face. You blushed and took them.
Inhaling the scent you smiled, “Thank you. Let me go put these in some water and then we can go kay?”
When you got back you took his arm and he led you to his car and op
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You were sick. Congested to the point where you couldn’t breathe and your throat was so sore that it hurt to swallow. Basically you felt like you were dying. It was a miserable experience.
And now…you were out of tissues and soup. So you called your boyfriend to pick up some things for you. “Feli, could you please pick up some soup and tissues for me?”
“_____________, what’s wrong you don’t sound so good?”
“I’m just a little under the weather,” you said calmly, “so could you please pi-.”
That’s when your boyfriend started to freak, “__________! Don’t worry; I’ll be over in a minute!”
“Wait Feli I-.” He hung up, “just…need…the soup…” After giving another round of coughs you sighed. “He is such a sweetheart…” Shifting yourself to a more comfortable position on the couch.
A half hour later
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Light shone down on you warming your skin. It was you and your husbands first anniversary and you had surprised him with a trip to Kansas. Their state flower was the sunflower so you thought he would love it.
Right now the two of you were lying in a field of sunflowers enjoying the warm summer air.
Podsolnechnik, Ivan cooed into your ear. You shifted yourself so that you were facing Ivans chest.
You smiled at him brushing some of his hair out of his face. Hmm?
Its so warm, he whispered pulling you closer. Thank you.
It was nothing, you said kissing him on the cheek. I knew you would love The Sunflower State.
He nodded and kissed your forehead. Coming to America seemed like the most unromantic vacation at first.
You agreed. Ivan, I want this vacation to last forever. You settled your head on his chest, Its perfect, just you and me and a whole field of sunflo
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He was annoying. He was arrogant. He was selfish. He was insensitive. He was loud. He was crude. He was self-centered. You stared at the Dane from across the table.
World meetings were hard enough without the added drama. You made it very clear to everyone that you found people like Denmark unacceptable. Writing on your paper you accidently snapped your pencil in half with the force you applied on it.
Everyone in the room turned to look at you as you calmly pulled out another pencil.
“Proceed,” you said in a monotone.
“Wow __________, what’s eating you?” Denmark called out.
You glared at him, but said nothing.
“Is something wrong ___________?” Germany asked.
Silently you shook your head as the answer.
The meeting continued without much trouble. Once the meeting was over you slowly started to gather your things together.
‘Great, another annoying being,’ you thought as Prussia walked up to you.
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Gone, gone the girl in brocade,
Gone the words we might have said.
Howl winds because she is dead,
and gone, gone, gone.
- Gone Gone Gone By The Gothic Archies
He had won his freedom.
He had lost his brother.
He had gained liberty.
But he had lost the person he loved the most, forever.
It was a few years before the start of the long war. America always remembered her smile. The nation swore that if she wished it she could get the whole world to stop fighting by just giving them a smile.
Her (hair length) (hair color) hair shone in the sun. When the light hit her creating a halo, revealing the angel creature she was.
America loved her more than anyone. Now she was gone, and it was all his fault.
~Before the War~
“Alfred, this is _____________, she is going to be your companion while I’m away,” England told the young colony.
The little girl waved shyly. She was no older than ten; America at that time appeared to be twelve.
America blushed. She was pretty. With that Engl
BTTxSinger!Tomboy!Reader: PrankstersBTTxSinger!Tomboy!Reader: Pranksters in Humor More Like This
“Shut up,” you whispered to the giggling trio behind you.
Gilbert snickered, “I can’t wait to see the look on the principal’s face when he walks into his office.”
“Oui, it will be priceless!”
“It won’t be if we’re caught,” you snapped and turned back to look at the door.
Toni narrated to the camera, “Here see our principal and the board of education…they walk in…and…”
A scream came from the office.
Gilbert and Francis high fived. The four of you had placed some of Ludwig’s magazines and toys in the principal’s office.
“Win,” you said then giggled.
“FRANCIS BONNEFOY! GILBERT BEILLSCHMIDT! ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO! _______________ _______________!”
All four of you gulped.
The four of you ended up getting detention every day for two months. And you weren’t permitted to attend any extra school events for three months. Which meant you couldn
GermanyxReader: Designated DriverGermanyxReader: Designated Driver in Romance More Like This
You heard a loud voice over the hundreds of screaming voices, __________! ___________! GILBERT!
Turning your head you saw Ludwig. Giggling you jumped on a table screaming, Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on!
Mein Gott, Ludwig groaned. He grabbed your leg and tried to pull you off the table, __________, get off the table.
Nein! you shouted getting your ankle out of his grasp and jumped to another table and started to dance.
Ludwig turned red as you kicked high enough for your skirt to flare up, __________ get down we can see up your skirt!
A few of the more sleazy men at the bar whistled. You raised your glass and downed it in one swig. Whoo HOOO!
Leave me alone, youre killing my buzzzzzzzzzzz~! You laughed.
Gilbert from the other end of the bar sho
BTTxReader: Three Is Better Than OneBTTxReader: Three Is Better Than One in Romance More Like This
It wasn’t a wild party, but people were defiantly up to no good. There was some drinking and some of the gamers were sitting in front of the TV playing video games. There were even a few couples making out. And of course what party wouldn’t be complete without that totally awful teen drama?
“___________, we’re over,” your boyfriend told you with a smile in front of all your friends.
Your eyes widened, “Wha-what?”
He smirked, “You heard me, we’re over. I was starting to get tired of you weeks ago. (Name you hate) is so much better than you I’ve been hooking up with her for weeks now…”
Tears came to your eyes, “Fine.” With that you left, leaving your ex with a bloody nose and a bruised jaw. Sitting outside on the curb you called your friends. “Could you pick me up?”
“What’s up ___________?” Gilbert asked.
“Something wrong?” Antonio asked.
Furrowing your eyebrows
NorwayxReader: More Than a FriendNorwayxReader: More Than a Friend in Romance More Like This
Five years ago, thats when you first met Emils brother. Although he didnt like to call him that there was that undeniable family resemblance between the two. And although Lukas was quiet and slight introvert, the two of you hit it off splendidly.
However as time went on you realized just how cute he was. So much so that your relationship suffered, in order to keep a straight head you avoided him whenever possible.
__________, Emil had called you one afternoon, do you want to come over and watch a movie or something?
You froze, W-will Lukas be there?
A sigh came from the other end and some noises could be heard in the background, No.
Ok, you said, do you want me to bring anything?
Just some popcorn, he said and hung up. You grinned and got microwavable popcorn and walked down the street to his house.
Ringing the doorbell you smoothed out your hair.
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You sighed as you turned sideways looking at yourself in the mirror. No matter how hard you tried to hide it with baggy clothes or tried to suck it in it was always there. No matter what kind of diet or exercise you tried it stayed, staring back at you like it was mocking you.
Its no use, you whispered, Im fat. It wasnt like this was new either. I dont know why Lukas even bothers. You walked out of the bathroom and joined your boyfriend on the couch.
As usual he said nothing, but gave you a look as if to say, What took so long?
You shrugged and settled on the couch in his arms. Half way through whatever you were watching Lukas started to play with your hair. Twirling (h/c) locks on his finger. Your eyes started to droop.
Dont fall asleep, he whispered.
You managed to keep your eyes open for a bit longer before a commercial came on for a new diet pill. You sat up and took the remote turning up the
The Oncoming Storm (Countdown)The world got dizzy with the end of world results -The Oncoming Storm (Countdown) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With the businesses and suicides...
The words' and symbols' power really here insults,
It brainwashes or points people's minds.
But there's a phrase connected with a mystery
Of the travelling man - the blue thread
Entangled in the colors of the history,
And thank goodness that it is not red.
When it's the countdown - one, two, three -
But upside down,
Somebody sees the shadow in the eye,
When he's oncoming - four, five, six -
To the town,
Somebody waits for storming nearby.
The countdown's going - seven, eight -
While little smile
Is dancing on lips of Oncoming Storm,
Nine, ten, eleven - VWORP VWORP VWORP,
Come through the rile
And see the center - it's the softest warmth.
It seemed spectacles of wrong seeing were widespread,
They were worn and all people were blind,
Until somebody's back to world and isn't dead,
Until stranger hears crying of child...
The strangest sound - VWORP VWORP VWORP -
And bluest box
Are signals calling to run
Brothers in Hearts Bang. Bang. Pause. Bang.Brothers in Hearts in Short Stories More Like This
Of course. This blasted child's hands could reach anything despite its location in the room, thought Jackie Tyler, making her way to the room from which these sounds were heard. Their source was usual. An eleven-month-old baby boy with sparkling dark brown eyes and a shock of dark hair sticking up (a perfect mixture of his parents - both in appearance and habits: Jackie had a suspicion that he would become a walking explosion like his dad when he grows up, but still had a hope he would have his heart in the right place) was standing in his bed, holding on its railing with one hand. The free chubby fist was clutching - guess what? - the silver instrument with a blue light on the top, and the child was cheerfully hitting the railing bars with it.
"What are you doing, Kasterborous Philip Tyler?" Jackie yelped. "For how many times have you been told that you shouldn't take daddy's sonic screwdriver?"
"So-onee", Kaster repli
Timelordian NamesEven on planet Earth, when it comes to the name choiceTimelordian Names in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are complications and clashes sometimes -
Which of names will make host famous, will make him rejoice?
But with names of the Timelords the real deal comes.
First of all, there's a title. Not royal, some else,
Like the Doctor, the Master, the Sorcerer or
The Librarian, the Lord, the Other - not for wealth,
For the track if it's left, if it's not something more.
Second name can be simple or can be ambitious,
Like Romana, Borusa, Koschei, Castellan,
Maybe Andred or Maxil - whatever you're wishing,
Name that only belongs to the fortunate one.
And the third name is riddle for those who are running
Or for those who like questions without reply,
Third name's owned by the rare ones, not evil or cunning,
By the Timelords who think they would with boredom die.
Third name is a top secret known to everybody,
Password to the disaster and end of the world,
But the owner of it never thinks of just hiding,
He does everything that his escape
OHFE: Baby Language The Eleventh Doctor was in the newly added room of the TARDIS, watching the most improbable matter ever - well, it was improbable because it was going on right here. And the Doctor had never imagined that there would be any need for such room here because all of his previous companions and friends had been at least... fifteen or something. But now it was a very special case.OHFE: Baby Language in Short Stories More Like This
There was a tow-topped baby boy in the middle of the room. Yes, the newest addition to the TARDIS crew was only slightly older than eleven months or something, this is why a nursery had been created. Thank you very much, the Doctor thanked his eternal friend mentally.
Little Johnny-Jimmy was playing with wooden multi-colored blocks, trying to build something out of them. Something very particular...
"What are you making, kiddo?" the Doctor asked, sitting down next to him. The boy was determined to finish his task - now he was searching for the block which had side
What Will the Twelfth Say?One goes "Hmm?",What Will the Twelfth Say? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Two goes "Oh!",
Three goes "Hai!"
And Four goes "Wheeee!",
Five goes "Right!",
Six goes "Yes!"
And the Seventh goes "Come on!"
While Eight goes "Aww!"
And Nine goes "Run!",
And the Tenth goes "Allons-y!",
Eleventh goes "Geronimo!"...
What will the Twelfth say?
And stripy scarves,
Brollies shaped like question marks,
Or Converses - red or cream,
Or bowties - blue or red before...
What'll make the Twelfth stay?
Now we know one thing:
That the entrance's done,
Now we have to wait
And guess, fantasizing...
Newest of ways,
But wasn't that
The rule of forever?
What will he say?..
ChainedWhisper in the night,Chained in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dreaming, waiting, calling
Child of the starlight,
Not the angel fallen.
But somebody wants other one to come -
The one who screams, who his tune doesn't hum,
The one who screams, who his tune doesn't hum.
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - insane image,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - the chained synerge,
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - the phrase YANA,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - it's not...
Two last ones, two invaders -
One will never calm down,
And the other will cackle -
He's his own life sawn!
Chained like two sides of coin,
Like two halves of crack -
Write their names and you'll see the revelations' stack,
But which are right? Don't know - it all makes head whack!
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - insane image,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - the chained synerge,
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - the phrase YANA,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - it's not...
- I will give you the power of shaping your world!
- You call me old-fashioned, but it's not in your hold.
- Now get out of the way! See the future's newcomer!
- I must save you! You're swallow
OHFE: The Little Christmas DoctorsOHFE: The Little Christmas Doctors in Short Stories More Like This
Mytrice Allebloo was turning the key in the keyhole when she heard her parents' voices. And none of them was pleased. Of course, they had never been too peaceful about each other (in fact they always had different opinions about literally everything), but here there was a very special reason. That's why Mytrice turned the key slowly for it not to click in the lock, tip-toed in and hurried upstairs to her room.
"Bros, I'm home!" she announced in half-loud voice, letting her four little brothers know that she was here without letting Mum and Dad know before they calm down. It's better not to get in the heat of the moment. "Is that what I'm thinking about?"
"Guess", the oldest of the boys, seven-year-old Eccly, replied. He was lying on his stomach on the floor, swinging his legs in the air, with Stephen King's Needful Things in front of him (yeah, he was fond of horror and suspense stories).
"They have an argument about presents", the youngest in the family, fo
We Are All The DoctorAll Doctors:We Are All The Doctor in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are all the Doctor,
We are all together, though different men,
None of us is plotter,
We will prove it again!
I may seem like a guy who returned too late,
But I know that we all gonna stop any coming hate!
All with peace, no more wars -
That's what I am voting for!
They may think I'm darkest,
But, you see, there should be a small bit of shade...
Am I called the "farthest"?
I'm not going to fade!
They have seen the guy, all teeth and curlies,
That's about me, and I'm not boiling!
"Daft old man"? What a laugh! I'll show the fact
Ones with old faces have greatest impact!
Jumping around, as if a treasure I found,
And nothing to act when my friends are tracked!
The accident with rainbows and cats?
I'll show you the taming of alien brats!
We may seem so different even when in styles,
But our one common thing is that we'r
One Heart for Everyone RV (pt.0,5)Одно сердце на всехOne Heart for Everyone RV (pt.0,5) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Бенни? Ты здесь?
- Конечно, Кира. Тебе опять приснился кошмар?
Необычно высокий для десяти лет мальчик сел на постели и поглядел на стоявшую
The Fifty Years' StoryIn fifty years many matters may change,The Fifty Years' Story in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But some things never get old -
They just begin getting their brand new stage
Like the story to be told.
Someone used their imagination,
Asked the question put at very start,
Time gave chance and a little correction,
And the story gained the place
In more than one heart.
Are you sure?
Yes, I am, I asked for the permission, don't you remember?
Of course I do, but you were not the first to ask for it...
And I'm not the first to tell this story.
We're all different, so just go on.
Okay then... give me a bit of concentration.
I don't want anyone to get offended.
She was so strange and she was so smart,
An unearthly child she was.
No one knew she could just leave and depart
With the man who got easily cross,
With the man who knew secrets of aliens,
With the man who could leap through the time...
And the story of secrets, adventures and run
Got its start, and the clock gave one chime.
There's much running and escaping and inventing
BBC SH- Great Wall of PillowsJohn Watson knew for a fact he was a boring sleeper.BBC SH- Great Wall of Pillows in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Sherlock's many quips about his snoring shaking plaster dust off the ceiling, John still was certain that his flatmate was joking and that in fact he was a placid, uneventful snoozer.
Sherlock however slept only sporadically. And when he did he would wriggle and mumble to himself in his sleep, as well as clutching onto anything within the reach of his sleepy arms and cuddling into it contentedly. But, even with John's firm guidance Sherlock could only be coaxed into a semi-regular sleep pattern and even then only when there was no case to be had.
John got the feeling however that this was not to be one of those nights.
They had spent the entire day chasing around Manchester in the course of a case and they had only resolved the matter after a tense chase through the city that had involved Sherlock misjudging a rugby tackle which sent him and the suspect flying into the River Mersey.
It was December. It was freezing. It
BBC SH - Lost and FoundA man sat alone in a bar.BBC SH - Lost and Found in General Fiction More Like This
There was a neat little pyramid of glasses in front of him. Ten shot glasses in one pyramid. Five in a half-completed pyramid. Three pint glasses.
His jacket sleeve had trailed in a puddle of something blue. He grabbed vaguely at the material and sucked the liquid away.
Glacier mint vodka. From a puddle left by an earlier patron.
The bar man came over.
He pushed a handful of coins towards him.
"Alone again?" He said, ignoring the money.
He nodded and tapped pointedly at the coins.
"I should cut you off." He said, despairingly.
"How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood." He said, his voice wooden. "I'm fine. Hit me."
He sighed and took the money, giving him another pint. "Mate, I have seen a lot of people in my time and believe me you are not fine."
"More fine than I would be without it." He mumbled into the pint.
The sick gyroscopic whirling in his head was a welcome companion now.
It meant he wouldn't dream tonight.
Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 2John Watson sighed.Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
He and Sherlock's breaking and entering attempt was not going well so far. He hadn't believed Sherlock when the man had initially told him that all criminal activities the great detective took part it always went disastrously wrong but he was swiftly coming to realise the truth behind Sherlock's words.
John had nearly had a panic attack at the sight of Milverton's pet snake, Sherlock had single-handedly destroyed half of the man's furniture and they had been here for over an HOUR and they STILL hadn't found the blackmail materials they were searching for.
The length of time that they had been illegally occupying the property whilst the owner was at the theatre was making Sherlock jumpy and as such he was having John stand look out whilst he searched Milverton's study alone. John knew it was a worthy task, but after a while it did become chronically dull.
He sighed again. Then, reaching onto Milverton's desk, he hefted a crystal paperweight in his hand and held it up
Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 1John Watson stood in the doorway and stared.Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 1 in Humor More Like This
It was not unusual in itself for Sherlock Holmes to ignore him when he entered. John no longer took it personally; it was Sherlock's mind shutting out outside influences in order to help him think. Plus, to his credit, when Sherlock realised John was there he would throw out a hurried apology before asking for A) John's assistance on a case B) Someone to help him clear up an exploded experiment or C) A cup of tea. If John had done nothing else, he prided himself on teaching Sherlock some manners.
It was also not unusual for Sherlock to be engrossed in a variety of objects, be they of a case related or experimental nature. John had once come home from a long day at work to discover Sherlock energetically stabbing a dead pig which had been hung from the light fixtures. (When Sherlock had finished with it they had bacon sandwiches for tea. A scalpel is not wonderful for butchering purposes but when it's all that's available it can prove service
BBC Sherlock - Day TwoAs the sun was just starting to rise on London, Sherlock Holmes lay on the floor of 221B and stared upwards. His legs were propped up on the sofa with his back flat against the floor, his sharp eyes writing notes on the ceiling.BBC Sherlock - Day Two in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cases: Dundas and Moran.
-Posed blood stains which are mirror images of each other.
Purpose: Unknown, possibly symbolic.
Motivation: Desire to send a message? Obsessive behaviour? Self-destructive leaving of clues in order to aid the capturing process?
Method of manufacturing: Unknown, difficult to pose liquids exactly. Created with a pipette or stencil? Maybe a frozen mould which is then thawed to create the shape? Ask Lestrade for Molly's results on the blood to see if there is evidence of temperature changes.
-The cosmetic surgery at the same clinic. Had the two men met?
Briefly rolling over to check the notes Lestrade had given him revealed they
BBC Sherlock - Rugby and ChaosJohn Watson was so drunk that if you put a wick in his mouth and lit it the sheer amount of alcohol in his system meant that he would probably burn for a fortnight or more.BBC Sherlock - Rugby and Chaos in Fan Fiction More Like This
His old regiment was back from Afghanistan on leave and some of the soldiers, both active and discharged, had decided to meet for a round of drinks and a catch up.
As soon as the small, tawny-haired man walked through the door of the Dozy Panda pub (bizarrely enough considering the unorthodox name it was largely frequented by military personnel as the food was good, the alcohol cheap and the landlord was a very strange man who provided much amusement . . .) he had been greeted with a bellowing round of cheers from his fellow soldiers and he couldn't have stopped his massive smile if he had tried. The relief upon seeing so many familiar faces was absolutely great.
John, being the amiable man that he was, was well liked amongst the soldiers particularly because, out of the twenty seven men in the room, he had saved fo
BBC Sherlock - Mrs HudsonIn the time Doctor John Watson had spent with Sherlock Holmes he had learned many of the man's strange little idiosyncrasies.BBC Sherlock - Mrs Hudson in Fan Fiction More Like This
The habit of sticking the post to the mantelpiece with a knife he discovered on the very first day. The emergency pack of cigarettes concealed in a small Persian slipper behind a stack of books took a while longer (It was unopened; much to Sherlock's pride the detective was doing remarkably well with quitting smoking.) The fact that, when Sherlock has exhausted himself with a case, his sleep is silent but on the rare occasions when he sleeps just for the sake of it he snores like a particularly troublesome drain unblocking took still longer to discover.
John had thought that he had found out all that there was to know about the detective in the near two years since he had first moved in with Sherlock. Although, he willingly admitted with a great deal of amusement, today had most definitely proved him wrong.
He had learnt three things today. One- You should never
BBC SH - Valentine's ExplanationsTwo men were sat on a train, slumped comfortably into their chairs with the contented knowledge of a job well done.BBC SH - Valentine's Explanations in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was setting and the cool February sky was bathing them with a warm pink glow. The cool blast of air from the open train door as passengers got on and off the stationary train was a mild irritant but only drew more attention to the soft, drowsy aura of warmth surrounding the seated passengers.
The satisfaction of the completed case had made Sherlock unusually relaxed, and he slouched into the soft woollen cocoon of his coat, eyes scanning the other passengers in a lazily observant manner.
"Alright John," He murmured. "The two men over there. Which one of them is the teacher? Go."
John smiled slightly as they continued their 'game'. "Right . . . they're both reading the children's exercise books . . . but the dark-haired one is actually marking them. He's the teacher."
"Excellent. And what subject are the books on?"
"Maths. No other exercise books come wi
BBC SH - Medic DayJohn Watson sat back in his armchair, feeling a strange giddy sensation of excited pride.BBC SH - Medic Day in General Fiction More Like This
This was a momentous day.
The first time ever that his parents had visited him at 221B.
Mr. And Mrs Watson were sat on the sofa, looking around with approving curiosity as they sipped at the cups of tea their son had just handed to them.
"Is he ever going to move?" Mrs Watson asked, inquisitively nodding towards Sherlock who was sat in his armchair.
"No, probably not for another couple of hours. He's currently shifting through old cases in his head to try and find a link." John admitted, looking at his flatmate who was staring into the middle-distance with a deceptively vacant expression. "Don't take it personally that he hasn't greeted you. When he gets like this he doesn't notice anything."
"Doesn't this get a bit boring for you, when he's like this?" Mr. Watson said, scooping Gladstone off the floor and fussing over the delighted bulldog.
"I used to, but now I just like the quiet." John admitte
BBC Sherlock - StudentsDr. John Watson shook his head in bemusement as he entered the flat.BBC Sherlock - Students in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could smell food, Carbonara if he wasn't mistaken. This could only mean one thing.
One of Sherlock's lesser known but more endearing habits was his tendency, when a case had been solved, to make up for his lack of eating and sleeping during his investigation. Running on the glee and adrenaline high of being proved right, he would go whipping around the kitchen like a whirlwind as he ate half his body-weight in food before crashing on the sofa and sleeping for about twenty hours solid. As the detective found the depression and boredom of inactivity began to sink in soon after, John had learned to savour the time while it lasted as soon after he knew Sherlock would be shooting holes in the walls again.
As John entered their front room, his eyes were automatically drawn to the sofa.
Sherlock was curled up on the sofa in an angular tangle of elbows, knees and lanky legs. He was snoring quietly, one hand resting on Glad
DamnedMay we be damned for the rest of our daysDamned in Free Verse More Like This
For our sinister, cruel and wicked ways
For wrath, lust, sloth, gluttony, pride and greed
For these are sins on which we feed
To fuel our fiery hate and rage
And trap ourselves in a bloody cage
We smash and bash against the bony bars
Until we see those cursed stars
Then we explode into a destructive wrath
And burn anything that dares come in our path
We expect forgiveness to be at our door
Even when there's a body lying on the floor
We deserve to be damned for the rest of our days
For our sinister cruel and wicked ways
Blood Fury - Part 7Blood Fury - Part 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The date. The date went exceptionally well. Being with John reminded me of the old days, before I was changed. Before when I felt emotions. After all the years of coldness the emotions just go away. John brought them back. Happy, gleeful, joyful emotions. I had smiled through the whole date. Even though we had been living together for quite some time we were able to talk for hours on end. We were walking him. John was holding my arm. I enjoyed it. His warmth on that cold night. My coldness. I really enjoyed it. We arrived at the flat. John unlocked the door. Before he could open it I grabbed his hand.
"John, I just wish to say you made me feel like I hadn't felt in years. I thank you for that," I said.
"Yeah, I had a great time too," John smiled. I couldn't help it, I smiled back. Our eyes locked. Ice piercing through darkness. Beautiful, soft, warm darkness. Without realising it my hand was on his cheek.
"John " I said. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back. The
Blood Fury - Part 15Blood Fury - Part 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was so warm. So beautiful when he slept. I hadn't slept in years. I wished I could sleep, to dream. Even a nightmare. Anything. But my body does not need sleep, it needs blood. It always needs blood. Fresh human blood to nourish it and keep it healthy. To keep it alive, so to speak. I hated it. Feeding on humans, never knowing whether you can control your lust. I wished I could just simply drink the blood from those blood banks, but I cannot. Needs to be fresh and warm. It drives me crazy. The guilt and the lust. It's almost unbearable. What gets me through the days is the cases. They keep me distracted. But during the cases I don't feed. Probably should feed during cases, then I wouldn't have to go through what happened with Anderson. And I wouldn't risk hurting my John again. I had almost killed him. Any second longer and I would've given into temptation. The thought ripped at my heart. I bit my lip.
My life was falling apart. I used to be able to go by each day, dr
Blood Fury - Part 22Blood Fury - Part 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mirrors. They mean different things to different people. Some say they are the reflection of your soul, that's why breaking them is such bad luck. I believe that. They can be both good and bad. But as I stared into the bathroom mirror, it was bad. My first time transforming would be something I would never forget.
I stared into the mirror, a familiar stranger staring back at me with golden skin, inhuman amber eyes and pointed incisors. The reflection pretended to be me, tried to be me, but it failed. It was just more inhuman. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. My mouth was so dry. My body was still hot and tingling from the transformation. The joints in my bones still ached when I moved them. My head still spun if I moved too quickly and suddenly. I knew Sherlock was waiting just outside of the locked bathroom door. I could smell him; the sweet unmistakable stench of vampire. After the change, my senses had heightened even more. I could hear him breathing, not that he n
Blood Fury - Part 16Blood Fury - Part 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on Sherlock, where are you?"
I glanced at my watch. He was a minute late. I tapped my foot impatiently. I shouldn't have been freaking out. But I did. I do it too much. Probably not a good thing. I watched the top of the sun's rays seep over the horizon. Dawn. Beautiful. I wrapped my coat around myself. Beautiful but cold. I shivered. I could see my breath. I checked my watch again. Hope he didn't stood me up, I thought, I'm freezing my arse off here.
"I had received your text. What is it?"
I almost jumped out of my skin and spun around. Sherlock had clearly just gotten out of bed. He didn't even put his scarf on, not that he needed it. Bloody vampires don't feel the cold. Sure we wolves keep ourselves moderately warm, but this is England, it's always so fucking cold. And stupid Sherlock. Even with my highly tuned ears I still couldn't hear his footsteps. Vampires are too silent, they're like cats. It's annoying.
"Hello to you too Sherlock. I'm fine, thanks for askin
Blood Fury - Part 17Blood Fury - Part 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was awake when I arrived at the flat. He was making tea and scrambled egg on toast. It smelt delicious. He smiled when I walked into the kitchen.
"You want any?" he asked.
"Just tea thanks," I answered. He poured us some tea and placed his scrambled egg on a plate. He grabbed a fork. We sat down on the chairs in the lounge room and he dug into his breakfast.
"So, ah. I woke up and you weren't there," he said between bites.
"Lestrade needed me," I replied.
"Okay then," John said.
"You're up early," I said.
"I'm allowed to be," John replied, "So what did Lestrade want?"
"He has a way to find the killer," I answered.
"Alright. So what is it?" John asked.
"Something in the forest," I replied. I sighed. "John dear, we need you to get it."
"What is it?" John asked.
"This is going to sound peculiar but it's a gem," I answered.
"Okay, I'll do it," John replied.
"You will?" I asked.
"Yeah. I can tell this is important to you, catching this killer, so I'll get it. Don't kn
Blood Fury - Part 6Blood Fury - Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock had been acting stranger than usual. He seemed to be watching me more. A lot more. Even Lestrade was keeping a keen eye on me. I had no idea what had gotten into them. Sherlock seemed to be always at my side. I didn't mind. I enjoyed it. Having Sherlock around a lot, quite liked it. And my ever growing desire for him grew with every second with him. When he wasn't there it was just longing for him. I needed to deal with it. Head on. I devised a plan. And I had no idea if it would work.
Two days went by. I didn't put the plan to work. I was too afraid. I probably watched Sherlock just as much as he watched me. I couldn't look him in the eye though. I wanted to. To see if I could feel that feeling again. But I didn't. The soldier had lost his nerves. Imagine that. But on the third day, I was going to do it. No matter what.
We were sitting in the flat. Sherlock was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and thinking. The case was really bugging him. I was surprised he h
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Sherlock arrived home late. I glanced at my watch. It was almost midnight. I had been up watching a movie on the telly. I smiled when Sherlock walked into the room.
"Hey, you're home late," I said, "What have you been doing?"
"Talking to Mycroft. Seeing if he has any leads, which he does not," Sherlock replied, "And also trying to make sense of this madness."
"Hmm. You don't look well. Get some sleep," I said. Sherlock shook his head. I frowned. "Sherlock, you need sleep."
"I'm fine John. I know my limits," Sherlock said. I stood up and walked over to him.
"Sherlock, get some sleep. Doctor's orders," I replied. I grabbed his hands and urged him to follow. He was reluctant.
"John. Leave me be. I am fine," Sherlock frowned.
"No you're not. You need your rest to help you with the case," I insisted.
"No John. Let me go!" Sherlock pulled his hands free from mine. I grabbed his elbow before he could get away.
"Sherlock! Listen to me! You are going to go up there and sleep!" I yelled
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I have grown a certain hatred for night time television. It was dull, boring, predictable. I had no idea what I was watching. Some new cooking show. It was elimination night. I had already figured out who was going too eliminated. Simple.
I was curled up on the sofa chair. I rested my head on my knees. John was behind me at the desk, typing his blog. I had distaste for his blog, but it had given me some new clients, which meant more interesting cases. I turned my head to the left ever so slightly, just enough to see him in my peripheral vision. I saw him smile. His dimples appeared. I couldn't see what he was so amused about. Something foolish, no doubt. I turned my head back to the telly.
"What are you writing about now John?" I asked. I was bored. I had nothing better to say. Might as well amuse one's self in pointless trivia.
"The blog," John answered.
"Yes I figured as much. But what about?" I asked.
"Oh, um, just talking to some mates," John replied. I made a 'hmm'
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Sherlock didn't sleep peacefully. At least he was sleeping. I watched him. He would talk in his sleep, uttering things like 'no' and 'stay back'. Well, more like yelling them. Sometimes he'd get violent and throw his sheets and pillows everywhere. He's punched me in the face at least twice. I hated seeing him that way. And the worse bit? He didn't wake up. He slept for a day. A whole day of nightmares. It was horrible. I didn't go into work that day. I couldn't leave him.
I awoke early in the morning. I had slept in Sherlock's bed. I smiled. I rolled onto my side to look at him. I ran my hand through his thick hair. It was so soft, so beautiful. His face was peaceful. I enjoyed it. He had some peace from the nightmares. He stirred.
"John " he muttered.
"I'm here," I said. He opened his eyes and smiled. He touched my face. His fingers were so cold, but I didn't care. In that perfect moment between us, I knew you what I had to say.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes," I said. Sh