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
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
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
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
A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you least expect...A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor) in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Tardis time rotor hummed as it pumped its way cheerfully through the vortex. Christmas music poured out through the sound system.
River waltzed her way around the console, a glass of egg nog held high, “Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, in the lane, snow is glistening, a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight, waltzing in our winter wonderland...”
“River!” the Doctor said, his eyes wide with delight. “I didn’t know you could sing!”
She grinned at him. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me, sweetie.” She waltzed over to him and clinked her cup of egg nog against his, it was just the two of them in the Tardis this time. The hallways echoed quietly, only the music and River’s singing ringing back to them.
She swayed back and forth, quite obviously delighted, happier and more relaxed than he’d seen her in a long time.
Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)"If you ever loved me, say it like you're going to come back." He came back.Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who) in Sci-Fi More Like This
She was asleep. Like Sleeping Beauty in her glass casket, River lay on a golden bier, her hair curling around her head like a silky cloud, her face still.
The Doctor rubbed his hands together and made a happy “ooh” face. That means he got to kiss her awake. This was perfect.
He leaned over, then stopped. He just looked at her. She didn’t breathe, but she wasn’t pale. She was still that wonderful honey gold tone, her strong lovely body draped in a flowing white gown. His wife. His hearts beat doubletime, strange that they could here.
Her beautiful well-formed face, each feature alone unique in itself, her strong nose, her lush mouth, those long eyelashes, that stubborn jaw. Oh how he’d missed that stubborn jaw.
With his hearts beating like a freight train, he leaned down and kissed her, oh so softly.
She jerked up, her arm striking out. He dodged, reared back, windmill
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
He Sees You When You're SleepingRiver Song gets a visit from Santa in Stormcage. The Doctor's never gotten to play Santa before...He Sees You When You're Sleeping in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was wearing special sound dampening shoes. He tiptoed across the aisle to peek into River's cell. She was there, curled up asleep, hugging her pillow. His heart did a little mushy flop at how cute she looked, all big curls and flushed cheek.
It was perfect!
He'd put the Tardis on silent, and he now set up a sound dampening cone and pointed it down the hall. Once he was sure it was working, he knelt by her cell door and quickly picked the lock. He didn't want to risk the sonic waking her up.
He grinned when the door slid silently open. He stood up and rubbed his hands. With an irrepressive grin he spun and dashed back into the Tardis.
It wasn't easy moving around River's cell without bumping into things, or causing enough of a draft to wake her up. He kept checking on her. She was frowning slightly in her sleep, but she seemed beat. She must have just got back from an adven
I Declare(River and the Doctor visit a world with unusual customs...)I Declare in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Do you have anything to declare, Madame?" the spaceport attendant asked.
"Only my husband," River said. The Doctor glared at her, looking sullen. A red lead was attached to a collar around his neck. It was playing hell with his bow tie.
The female attendant looked up. She looked the Doctor over dubiously. "Primary husband, or secondary?"
River bit down on a smile at the growling noise the Doctor made. The spaceport buzzed and squeaked and roared with talking voices and animals being shipped and the general hubbub of an agricultural port.
"Oh, Primary I should think." She could feel the Doctor glaring daggers into the back of her head. It's amazing her hair didn't catch fire.
The attendant studied the psychic paper and looked up, giving the Doctor a dismissive once over. "He's going to fry if you keep him covered up like that."
River, in a lightweight summer dress, arms gleaming with sweat from the broken down air cond
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
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.2Chapter 2.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: Fangz 2 cyclopstearz111 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW meatbags stop flaming ma story ok!
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some beer from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was cobalt blue velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a robotology symbol necklace, beatle boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings even though i dont have ears since im a robot, and somehow put my hair in a kind of messy bun even though its made of metal.
My friend, Leela (AN: cyclopstearz111 dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long purple hair and opened her limpid tear blue eye. She put on her white tank top with black stretch pants, her bracelet thingy she wears on her wrist and pilot boots. We put on our makeup (she put on pink lipstick
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.12Chapter 12.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: stop f,aing ok zpap is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in earthikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no fahrnswor iant kristian plus zpap isn't really in luv wif ebony dat was roberto ok!
I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Bemder had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.
"NO!" I THOUGHT IT WAS ZPAp but it was Vampire Fry. He started to scream. "OMFG! NOOOOO! MY ASS TATOO HURTS!" and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.
I stopped. "How did u know?"
"I saw it! And my ass tatoo turned back into benders face!"
"NO!" I ran up closer. "I thought you didn't have an ass tatoo anymore!" I shouted.
"I do but Diabolulz changed it into a pizza for me and I always cover it up with foundation." he said back. "Anyway my ass tatoo hurt and it turned back into benders face! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.29Chapter 29.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.29 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: sot das fok up!11 ur jus jelouz koz ur meatbagz so fok u!1111 leela-bot u rok gurl fangz 4 da help MCR ROX 666!111111111111
"Oh my satan!1" we screamed as we jamped out of da coffin. Profezzor Fahrnsworf and Hurmeese started to shoot at us angrily.
"CUM NOW!1!" Preacher Hurmeese yielded. We did guiltily. We left the room putting on our clothes. Proofezzor Fahrnsworf garbed the caramel and put it in his pocket.
"Hey what the fuck!111" Vampire Fry shooted angrily.
"Yeah buster what the fuck are u going to do with the fucking camera?" Bender demonded all protective, looking at me Longley with his gothic red eyes. "Look, Beelzehore noes your little secret and if u do dis again, then u will go to da HAL instabute. So give back da camera!1111"
Hahahaha the holiday robots and Chankuah Zoymbie thinks he is crazy there is no way dey wil believe him. Proofezzor Fahrnsworf laughed meanly.
"Yes so shut your mputh you inlosent fools!" yelled Hurmeese. He made us cum into a weird roo
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.19Chapter 19. im nut ok i promiseMy Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: plz stup flaming da story if u do ur a foken meatbag n ur jelous ok!11 frum noq un im gong 2 delt ur men reviowz!111 BTW covald a poorblod so der!1 fangz 2 leela-bot 4m da help!11
All day we sat angerly finking about Beellzebot. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go.
Anyway, I went to the employee lounge sadly to skip work. Bender was being all secretive.
I asked what it was and he got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve bi guyz so hot).
"No one fucking understands me!1" he shouted angrily as his black hare went in his big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz. He was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.16Chapter 16.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: u no wut! sut up ok! proov 2 me ur nut meatbagz! leela-bot u suk u fuken bich gimme bak mah fukijn swteet ur supsd 2 rit dis! Leela-bot wtf u bich ur suposd to dodis! BTW fangz 2 Amy-bot 4 techin muh japnese!
We ran happily to New New Jersey. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing 'Helena'. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Bender thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn't matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with blue ripped fishnets. Bender was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black jeans. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard's head pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn't them at all. It was.,….. Mosm and her sons and da killbots!
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.7Chapter 7. Bring me 2 lifeMy Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Covalt isn't a Marie Sue ok she isn't perfect SHES A ROBOTOLOGITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!
Bender and I held our pale silver hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red robotology sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Vampire Fry. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Bender. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Bender. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…
We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his antenna thingy in mine and we HAD SEX
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.9Chapter 9.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn wach all da episoods! dis is frum da movies ok so itz nut my folt if beelzybto swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson fahrnswor dosent lik fry now is coz hes a follower of oprahism and vampire fry is a robotologist! MCR ROX!
I was so mad and sad. I couldn't believe Bender for cheating on me. I began to cry against the pile of scrap metal where I did it with Bender.
Then all of a suddenly, an horrible woman with big ass hair and a fat suit and everything started flying towards me on a partyboard! She had big hair (basically like Mom in the show) and she was wearing all black but it was obvious she wasn't gothic. It was… Mom!
"No!" I shouted in a scared voice but then Mom shouted "Sons!" and her sons grabbed me and I couldn't run away.
"Seymour asses!" I shouted at her. Vampire Fry's dead dog fossil thing came back to life and bit Mom. Mom fell of her partyboard and started to scream. I felt bad for her even though I'm a sadist so I st
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.10Chapter 10.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: stup it u robosexual fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out k'awaii amy isn't a meatbag afert al n she n vampire fry r evil datz y dey movd to planet express ok!
I was really scared about Moom all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Kawaii Gothic Bots 111. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are K'awaii Amy, Vampire Fry, Bender, Kif (although we call him Diabolulz now. He has black hair now with green streaks in it.) and Zpap. Only today Bender and Vampire Fry were depressed so they weren't coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Bender was probably slitting his wrists (he wouldn't die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there's no way I'm writing that) or a steak) and Vampire Fry was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.23Chapter 23.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: dhut da fok up biches!1 ur jus jelos koz I gut 10000 reviowz!1 fangz 2 leela-bot 4 da help n telin me bout da epixoods gurlu rok letz go shopin 2getha!
The door opened and Kwanzaboat Chankuah Zoymbie and Santa stomped out angrily. Then Beelzebum and Kwanzaboat sawed us.
"MR. ZINC WHAT THE BEEP ARE YOU DOING!" Kwanzaboat shouted angrily. Beelzebot blared at him.
"Oops he made a mistake!" he corrupted him. "He means hi everybody cum in!"
Well we all came in angrily. So did all the other people. I sat between Laburbahruh and Bender and opposite K'awaii Amy. Fleckso and Angoleene started 2 make some morbid jokes. They both looked exactly like Ville Vollo. I eight some Archduke Chocula and drank som blood from a cup. Then I herd someone shooting angrily. I looked behind me it was…Vampire Fry! He and Bender were shooting at eachother.
"Vampire Fry, Bender WTF?" I asked.
"You fucking bustard!" yelled Bender at Vampire Fry. "I want to shit next to her!1"
"No I do!" shouted.
My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.25Chapter 25.My Shiny Metal Immortal Pg.25 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: stop flaming ok if u dnot den il tel Richurd Nicxon's hed 2 bet u up!1111 n il tel al da goffz 2 put vrtuz in ur computer!11111111111 FUK UU!1 leela bot fangz for de help!1
I was so excited. I fellowed Bender wandering if we where going 2 do it again. We went outside and then we went into the planet express ship dat Bender took from da Profezzor again.
"Cobalt what the fuck did Dawkter Wurnstrum say." whispered Bender potting his gothic silver hand with bvlak nail polish on mine.
"He said he would tell me what the visions meant torromow." I grumbled in a sexy voice. He took out a heroin cabaret and spiked it, and gave it to me to spork. He started to fly the ship into a tree. We went to the top of it. Bender put on some MCR.
"And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me." sang Gerard's sexy voice. We started tiling of each other's cloves fevently. He took of my blak thong and my black leather bar. I took of his black box
Goddess of WarSometimes getting mistaken for Athena isn't all that bad.....Goddess of War in General Fiction More Like This
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
Shoot to Thrill"Oh, and this is my friend River. Nice hair, clever, has her own gun, and unlike me she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that. Kinda do a bit."Shoot to Thrill in General Fiction More Like This
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,
NightmaresRiver is haunted by her childhood nightmares.Nightmares in Romance More Like This
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
AlmostHow does the Doctor spend time with River, knowing she will go to the Library?Almost in Romance More Like This
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.
SmittenWhy, Why, Why?!Smitten in Romance More Like This
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.
Drunk on YouThe Doctor and River walk into a bar.......chaos promptly ensues.Drunk on You in Humor More Like This
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
Always Here to Me River died.....a long time agoAlways Here to Me in Romance More Like This
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."
DancingThe Doctor catches River doing something unusual.Dancing in General Fiction More Like This
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
ClicheSometimes a cliche is exactly what you need.Cliche in Romance More Like This
"River!" The Doctor's voice cut through her dream like a cannon ball through a wood ship. River groaned and rolled over to see his big grinning face hovering over her.
"How long have you been there?" she asked sleepily.
"Lost track," he replied, "Come on River, get up and get dressed. I've got a surprise."
"All right all right. Go do whatever it is you do. I'll be up in a minute," she said, shoving him towards the door.
She threw a pillow at him.
River walked into the console room, surprised to find it empty. She looked under the console. No Doctor sitting in his swing chair, tinkering.
There was a sharp rap on the door, causing her to jump and swear loudly.
"Oy, I heard that." The Doctor's voice was muffled, so River guessed it was him who had knocked. She pul
GoneHow did River feel when the Ponds fell to the Weeping Angels?Gone in General Fiction More Like This
It hurt. Everything hurt. Every fiber of her Time Lord/Human being hurt. Her parents, her mad and impossible Ponds were gone. Forever.
River lay in bed, curled on her side and starring blankly at the wall, numb with pain. It had been bad enough seeing her parent's names appear on the grave. It had been made a thousand times worse seeing the Doctor bowed over and sobbing. She had taken the TARDIS in flight and come down here, where she had been the past hour.
She heard the door creak open and the Doctor come in, his footfalls heavy on the mahogany floor. He kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, pulling her against him and kissing her head. River felt tears well in her eyes. She broke the moment they boiled over, rolling and burying her face in his tweed jacket, shaking with sobs.
The Doctor hugged her tightly, tears glistening on h
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
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‘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 - 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 - Sun“All right, class. Today we’re going to learn about the solar system,” Mrs. White said cheerfully to the group of nine year olds in her class. The reaction was pretty much as she expected: a few kids looked interested while others were sighing at yet another new thing to cram into their young minds. Of course, one child had a completely atypical reaction though Mrs. White was learning how he would react to most things. Young Sherlock Holmes merely rolled his eyes and muttered “Bored” under his breath. He wasn’t as quiet as he thought and she was able to hear him clearly. The first time the boy had done that, Mrs. White had been shocked to say the least. But Sherlock was her most intelligent pupil and she could understand why he found class boring. Most of the time, the precocious nine year old had already learned what she was teaching. In order to keep him interested, Mrs. White had tried to find different things to peak Sherlock’s interest orTheme Prompt - Sun in Short Stories More Like This
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Pleas for more
Skin to skin.
Theme Prompt - HeavenAbsolute silence greeted Naomi’s words. How could they possibly get close to Metatron and stay in one piece? While they were already dead, there were many things an angel could do to make the afterlife a living hell. And surprising an angel who knew as much about Heaven and angels as Metatron did? The more they delved into this, the more impossible it seemed.Theme Prompt - Heaven in Short Stories More Like This
“Are you going to share?” Pam finally asked dryly, settling onto a bar stool. “We’re all breathlessly awaiting your plan.”
“It’s fairly simple, really,” Naomi shrugged, moving one of her knights forward. “And check. There are enough of us here for my plan to work. While I and maybe Pam distract Metatron, the rest sneak up on him and try to steal one of his hairs. Metatron has been staying in human form while here and it should be easy.”
“Makes sense,” Bobby nodded, studying the board while he spoke. He pointed at one of Ellen’s bishops before conti
Theme Prompt - SwimmingIt started when Dean discovered the lake near the bunker. It was perfectly clear, surprising since so many other waterways had been polluted. It was set back from the road a bit and surrounded by trees. Fish swam lazily through the water while ducks, geese, cranes, and herons floated or walked serenely on top. Once he found the place, Dean spent a lot of his free time here fishing. It was soothing and beautiful, something Dean was lacking altogether too much in his life. And if he came back soaking wet with a huge grin, Sam and Cas never commented on it.Theme Prompt - Swimming in Short Stories More Like This
A couple months after he found the lake, Dean hit on the idea to take Cas swimming. The former angel was adapting slowly to being human and Dean could see the strain in his eyes. The first step Cas had taken was to abandon the name Castiel. He went solely by Cas now, explaining his reasoning one night to Dean while they were drunk. As he was human now, Cas was no longer one of God’s soldiers. He’d finished the conversation
Theme Prompt - StarDean floated back to consciousness slowly, feeling warm and relaxed and safe. He felt... whole was the only word that came to mind. It was something he’d not had since he was four. Dean smiled and basked in the feeling. As he came closer and closer to full wakefulness, he realized there was something wrapped around him. Something warm and breathing. Stiffening for a moment, not remembering bringing anyone into his bed the night before, Dean eased his eyes open. A stubbled face met his eyes, shaggy brown hair messy across the pillow. A few wisps were tickling Dean’s forehead as Cas had moved during the night. They were lying facing each other now, arms and legs tangled together, with Cas’s head just an inch from Dean’s. There was a sense of familiarity about it, a sense of right that Dean didn’t look into too closely. If he chose, he could always think about it later.Theme Prompt - Star in Short Stories More Like This
“Cas, you awake?” Dean whispered, repressing the urge to press a kiss t
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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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
Pirates Versus Privates, 32December had arrived, but there was still no trace of snow. People were slowly adjusting to the metallic spheres that still lay strewn across the kingdom, and preparations for Christmas had begun. The one gift that those among the N.A.V.Y. and A.R.M.Y. most desired was to be as blissfully ignorant as the rest of the peaceful citizens. Many had become burdened with the knowledge over the sudden rush of events regarding Magica, Mirage, and Phasir. Magica was questioned, but not charged, with the Generals saying she was trying to help Amelia, and while no one with lower ranks believed it, they were forced to let her go. Mirage was no longer of any use, having stopped speaking since the shooting. She had become a lifeless shell, needing assistance just to eat. As for Phasir, no one knew who he was, so he was simply put in an unmarked grave in a small cemetery.Pirates Versus Privates, 32 in Romance More Like This
When Minnie had run away that day to find Mickey, it had become a fruitless endeavor, as she honestly had no idea where to even beg
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Princess Minnie absolutely knew it was love at first sight because she was well-versed in such things. On and on she would tell Daisy about that special moment when their eyes had locked, mental music had swelled, and he had charmed her with all the hidden nobility a commoner could have. But for all the dramatics that played in Minnie's head when their momentous meeting had occurred, it was a slightly different sort of story for Mickey. He was not quite as well-versed as she in the matter of love - it was not something he had ever really given thought to. It was just something that happened to other people.
Still, though, it had definitely been a life-changing moment when he first saw her. But where she had imagined music and choirs and blossoming roses to symbolize a new destiny, his world had gone absolutely silent and still, frozen in time. It was more than that she was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen in his life. He knew something had changed within him,
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Private Minnie wasn't the savviest of shoppers, but even she had to question Mortimer's taste in purchasing this decrepit old house. It looked like something from an old horror movie, with the way the doors creaked, the peeling black paint, and the cobwebs that hung from every corner. She had agreed to come and see the place during a quick break, but as soon as she entered the creepy building she wanted to exit. Privates were not cowards, though, and she forced herself to explore the house while Mortimer talked to the landowner downstairs. She went inside each room and her fright was eased by how dull the exploration was. This building wasn't anything special.
Her curiosity was piqued when she came to a door at the end of a long hallway. This door was decorated with old symbols that she couldn't decipher, and unlike all the other doors, this one was locked. Kicking the door didn't make it budge, so she pulled out her pist
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Prince Mickey was no romantic, but even he had to question what was so fun about reading old scrolls to his beloved princess. As he finished the latest tale, he glanced over at Minnie, who was leaning on his shoulder, a bead of sweat hanging off a loose bang. It was still difficult to adjust to the Sun Kingdom's immense heat, and it was made worse by the tight dress she wore underneath her dirty brown robe that was used to conceal her identity to outsiders. Yet despite such sweltering heat, she was smiling pleasantly at him. "That was such a wonderful story! Read another, read another!"
"Another one?" He repeated as he rolled up the scroll. "We already read five of 'em! Can't we go do somethin' fun while yer here?" Her hidden visits could only afford to be so long, yet she was insisting on wasting their precious time by hearing him read the old legends of his kingdom.
"But this is fun." Minnie lightly tugged on his arm. "
Moments Of Musketeers, 1In all his years dreaming of what his life would be like as a musketeer, Mickey never imagined he'd be doing something so scandalous. To be fair, if anyone had told him he would wind up the boyfriend of the princess, he would have laughed at their face before complimenting them on their creativity. Yet tonight, he stood in front of her majesty's bedroom doors, heart pounding against his ribs louder than the biggest drums. By all means, he should not have been there, nor should he go inside. But his princess had given him a direct order that day to guard the inside of her room when night fell, and who was he to disobey?Moments Of Musketeers, 1 in Humor More Like This
No doubt she had waited for the right moment to make such an order, and she seized upon it when her lady in waiting had told them she had to leave for a week for family affairs. Minnie was more than happy to provide Daisy with a royal carriage, and insisted Donald to go along for safety's sake. She wishes her companion the best of luck, and when the duck's back was turne
Pirates Versus Privates, OneThere is a significant difference between dreaming that you're drowning, and actually drowning. Nothing can simulate the fire burning in your lungs as your body screams for air, nor the weight you feel as more and more water seeps into your nostrils. It is a particularly painful and slow way to die.Pirates Versus Privates, One in Romance More Like This
But she had no plans on dying. She had no plans on letting him die either. No matter what it took, she and he were going to survive, and she refused to believe otherwise. In the course of one year, a strength, a confidence, a will to defy death itself had built up within her, and it was now being put to the test. It was all thanks to him.
Him, and her, and the course of one year's time. To fully understand how this will was formed, the clock must be turned back one year, to when this all started.
She was a private. He was a pirate. This is how it all began.
Minerva Mouse woke up take gasping breathes of air, with eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling above her. Sh
Grimm City Chapter EightThe brave heroes found that their path had split, and so they traveled along each road to help one another. The cobbler dared to go behind enemy lines, the huntsman revisited the past, and the princess uncovered an impossible secret. Meanwhile the wolf and his maiden once more found their lives threatened, but were able to overcome it together. Yet there were still many obstacles present, as the heroine began to veer closer to dangerous territory while the wolf helplessly nipped at her heels…Grimm City Chapter Eight in Romance More Like This
The Golden Goose was the fanciest place to eat in the entire city. For those who couldn’t ordinarily afford such lavish meals, it could take months to get a spot on their exclusive waiting list. It was easy for Minnie to feel intimidated as she stood in front of the decorated doors, and she wrung her red cape in her fingers before timidly trying to open one. The golden glow inside the fancy restaurant was almost blinding – it was as if everything inside was made out of so
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Anything to protect you.
This is what I'm using for Russia's accent >.>
w's turn into v's
v's turn into f's
g's turn into k's
d's turn into t's
th turns into s or z
December, 20th, 1906, The outskirts of New Castle
In an old abandoned factory.
"It's no use. They have us surrounded." You watched your older brother peer out the broken window. His large eyebrows were furrowed in frustration.
"Maybe we can go out the back." You clutched the stupid, (favorite color) heavy skirt you had chosen to wear today. "We can do it! I know we can Iggy!"
Shaking his head he gave you a small sad smile, "I think not poppet. I'm sorry ______, You shouldn't have been caught up in this."
Footsteps clanged up the rusted metal staircase. He stepped in front of you protectively, then relaxed when he saw who it was. "Bloody gits, you scared me."
Francis, Alfred, Yao and Ivan stood in front of the both of you. Their expre
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The doorbell rang, you scowled, slamming your book shut. Who had come to bother you at the ungodly hour of 2:56? You knew who it would be, which made your temper flare even more.
Opening the door, you scowled. Three men stood on your porch, faces bright red. You gave them your best poker face, while inside you felt ready to tear their heads off.
Every single month, at least twice a week these clowns showed up. Naked. Well, nearly naked, they had blankets wrapped around their waists.
They nodded, glancing behind then as if they expected to see a crowd gawking at them. You moved aside, letting the trio shuffle in. After looking outside, you smirked. The two Italian brothers across the street were standing by their front window, faces red and mouths agape.
You waved and shot them a wink. Both turned an even darker shade of red and quickly closed the curtains. Turning back to the trio, your s
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"FRANSIS BONNEFOY!!! YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!!" You screamed running after the laughing frenchman.
Sliding around a corner, you jumped down the stairs of the small house you shared with the three members of BTT.
Francis had gone to far.
He could slap your ass, he could steal kisses, but he could NOT take your last bar of chocolate.
To others this would seem silly. Its just chocolate right?
You were a chocoholic and proud of it! And you deserved that chocolate damn it! You had a shitty day at work and you were looking forward to that bar all day.
For some reason it was the only one in your secret stash drawer. You were pretty sure you had atleast three in there. But before you could consider, Francis had leaned over your shoulder and snatched it away.
Running into the living room, your foot caught on something, causing you to fall face first onto to the floor.
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You grinned, staring out the window of the moving van. Today was like a dream come true, hell it actually was a dream come true.
You had finally got up the courage to move away from your parents. You and your few possessions were now speeding towards a small town.
You hoped that there your life would change. Maybe you would met the guy of your dreams!
Sighing happily, you turned down the road that led to town. This was it, you could feel it. Your life could only get better from here on out!
A few turns later, you pulled up in front of the building you were renting an apartment from.
"Ah, Miss. ________." An elderly woman hobbled up as you got out from the car.
"I am glad you arrived safely. Was the drive nice?"
"Yes, thank you for asking Mrs. Sachi." You looked up at the old building that would soon become home.
"I better move everything in then!"
Mrs. Sachi sighed slightly, looking a bit troubled,
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Ugh. Big decisions had always been hard for you. Now faced with "which cat" You were starting to get stressed.
It didn't help that you wanted to take all of them home with you.
'Only one.' You thought 'I only have enough room in my small house for one cat'
On a whim, you sat down. The first cat to approach you, would be the one you took home.
Every cat made a giant circle around you. Felling like you might cry, you crossed your arms.
"They're usually not like this." Elizabaeta stared at the cats in confusion.
A huge Russian forest cat, sat down three feet away, his creepy purple eyes seeming to drill into your very soul.
Defiantly not the cat you were taking home......Even though he was the closest one to you.
Something nudged your hand. A large white cat sat next to you. Stretching out a paw, he batted at leather bracelet on your wrist. The Thor's hammer charm swung wildly.
"You like Norse things Kitty
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"We have a really big selection of cats as you can see." Elizabeta laughed.
She was right. You didn't think you had ever seen as many cats as there were in this place. A small tabby rubbed up against your leg. He had a funny curl on his head.
"Thats Itabby." she pointed to a dark gray cat, "Thats his friend Germouser."
Nodding you crouched, patting the cat's head. A rather large white cat sauntered up to you. He had a friendly air about him.
"Whats this guys name?" You rubbed a hand across his fluffy head.
Elizabeta raised an eyebrow, "Thats Francis. He likes to cause trouble." You stared at the cat. He winked up at you.
Kinda weird for a cat.......
"He really doesn't look like he causes that much trouble." You mused aloud.
Elizabeta snorted. "Between him and his friends....." She motioned towards two cats sitting across the room. They were also white, although one had beige patches of fur.
The fluffy cat loo
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You stared intently at the cats around you. You wanted a self-sufficent cat. One that wouldn't need you around 24-7
A smoky-gray cat with icy-blue eyes caught your attention. Actually it was the energetic tabby that was running in circles next to him, that first caught your attention.
"Is he up for adoption?" You pointed at the gray cat.
Elizabeta nodded, picking him up and shoving him in your arms. "Yup."
You stared down at the cat. He looked like he was scowling.
"Doesn't he need a cat-carrier?" You patted his smooth head.
"Nope. He's a really well behaved cat." She picked up a stack of papers, "He's like a little soldier or something. He keeps the other cats in line and never acts up."
"What's his name?" You signed paper after paper.
"Weeeell at first we called him Ludwig. But recently we've started to call him Germouser."
Huh. Kind of a strange name for a cat. But whatever.
-----Tiny time skip-----
Elizabeta was right.
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You stared at the cats around you.
A big cat with an oddly large nose sat down near your feet. His purple eyes stared up at you.
You slowly edged away from the big cat. Elizabeta smiled, "That's Ivan. He's a bit strange." You nodded, feeling the urge to avoid eye contact with the fluffy cat.
"Um are there any cats that have trouble getting adopted?" You looked around at all the cats.
Elizabeta shrugged, "Pretty much all of them. They were either strays or donated."
You grimaced, poor kitties.
The huge cat leaned against your leg again.
"Uh..." You looked around. None of the cats really interested you.
"We do have another cat in the vet ward." You looked at Elizabeta in surprise,
"Can I see him?"
"Sure." She lead you past the cats and into a separate room.
A small Scottish fold lay in a box, his front paw was bandaged in a little cast.
"He was thrown from a car. I n
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You scowled pulling the pillow over your head. A cat brushed up against you hand.
You curled into a tight ball, not wanting to open your eyes just yet. Why wouldn't that voice shut up?
"I made breakfast."
Breakfast? You were the one who made breakfast, while your husband lie in bed, snoring away. Speaking of which, where was he?
You reached out sleepily and patted his pillow. The familiar mop of shaggy hair was gone.
You sat up, your hair flopping over your eyes.
Heracles grinned lazily holding out a plate of pancakes. You blinked, in a sort of stupefied daze.
Your husband, the laziest man on the planet, had gotten up before you.
"Did hell freeze over?"
"Nope, the annoying Turkish man next door was laughing too loud." Heracles's grin turned slightly strained. Another cat jumped onto the bed. You patted it absentmindedly.
"I didn't hear anything."
Your husband smirked, "Ah well, He
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The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you
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He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
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I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
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Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:The Feelings That Linger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...
You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...
It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-
But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.
I tried so hard to tell myself
That everything would be alright.
But instead I ended up reminsicing
About her ever-present light...
I'm just so tired of everything;
I wish I didn't have to think...
But maybe you'll hear me one last time;
If I put this down in ink:
We had a life that was beautiful
Self Righteous SuicideSelf Righteous Suicide:Self Righteous Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
As we walk alone at night.
As we dream of endless death,
As we choke away our breath.
Tormented by our dreams.
None shall hear our screams.
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.You Will Not Read This in Free Verse More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
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
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
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
Rendezvous In The Alps Switzerland X ReaderRendezvous In The Alps Switzerland X Reader in Romance More Like This
The last time you had spoken to Switzerland he had promised he would take you somewhere where Liechtenstein couldn't interfere. It had been a while since you'd actually seen him in person, but you had talked to him on the phone quite a lot since then. Today was the day he'd promised you. The two of you were going hiking in the alps. You two would be meeting at a location you'd picked out a few days ago in hopes Liechtenstein wouldn't find you. Switzerland told her he was leaving for a meeting. You were already waiting at the location. It was rather barren with no trees around, just a small cafe, a lot of snow and a few rabbits. Switzerland was already fifteen minutes late and you were starting to wondered if you should call him. As you reached for your phone you saw him walking in the distance.
"Sorry I'm late, Liechtenstein wouldn't let me leave." Switzerland let out a sigh. "I hope you haven't been waiting here long." He began walking down the trail with you.
"It's alright, I
A Night of Indulgence L X ReaderA Night of Indulgence L X Reader in Romance More Like This
“That took way longer than I thought it would. And what's even worse, nothing was accomplished. Just a bunch of yelling and finger pointing.” You sighed, tired and hungry from the long, boring, drawn out meeting. Your mood dropped even more when you realized L was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to have heard you. This was something that happened quite frequently, so it no longer annoyed you the way it once did. A slight nudge got his attention. “You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?”
“No, no unfortunately I have not.” Staring straight ahead L made a shallow, halfhearted apology. “Sorry about that. I'm pretty hungry, you want to grab something to eat before I take you home?”
You nodded, more than happy with the idea of food. “Sure, that sounds good to me. Do you already have a place in mind?”
“Mhm. It's not too far from here, not even a full block.” Finally paying att
The Crowning of a Queen Egypt X ReaderThe Crowning of a Queen Egypt X Reader in Romance More Like This
You stood alone, in a room full of people you didn't know. Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in every part of your body. Your palms were sweaty and your mouth was dry. You could hear the sounds of your parade going on outside. You sighed inwardly. "Why did I agree to this, I'm not cut out to be a Queen." The large wooden doors of the room you were in opened in unison letting a bright beam of sunlight come streaming in. You squinted your eyes and looked out over the horizon. There were people everywhere, animals too. All marching, dancing and preforming in your honor. None of this helped ease your nerves. One of the many people rushing about let you know it was time for you to make your entrance. You nodded and made your way to the highest balcony, where you found Egypt was waiting.
"Good morning." He gave you a bright smile. "Did you enjoy your parade?" He took your hand in his and gently kissed your fingers.
You nodded. "Yes, but isn't a bit
Party America X ReaderParty America X Reader in Romance More Like This
You stepped outside your car, making your way to America's door. The loud sound of the music could already be heard, even from where you were. You didn't bother to knock on the door, no one would have ever heard you, the sounds from the party were just too loud. As soon as you walked in America tackled you in a hug. “Oh hey. I didn't think you would get everyone here on such sort notice.” You smiled wide and hugged him back.
“Of course I can dude. Nobody knows how to throw a party like I do. I'm America.” He laughed loud enough to compensate for the ear shattering music. “Anyway dude, we need to get you on the dance floor. You look even more sexy than usual tonight.” He winked at you and took your arm, leading you to the makeshift dance floor.
Complements like that still made you blush. Even though it wasn't at all uncommon for America to complement you, it always left you red faced and with nothing to say. Everyone you kne
Do You Feel That? Russia X ReaderDo You Feel That? Russia X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Are you having the feeling that we are being followed?” Russia held your hand tighter as the two of you walked around he unfamiliar landscape. “I have been feeling it for a while now. Ever since we left the coffee shop. I am hoping it is not what I think it is.” He shivered at the thought.
“I noticed that feeling too. You don't think it's...” You let your sentence trail off.
“Da. I was hoping she wouldn't find out.” He sighed. “We kept everything as small and quiet as we could. But I guess it wasn't good enough. We'll just have to be careful I guess. I'm sorry you got dragged into this.”
“It's fine. I knew you had a creepy, psycho sister when I married you.” You kissed Russia on the cheek and smiled. “Every family has at least one weirdo. Eventually she'll come to grips with the fact that she can't have you.”
“Or... She'll try to kill us both. But I like your ide
Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven SoulSoul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Soul in Romance More Like This
“I think the next player should be. You!” Lord Death poked your forehead. “Come on up here and pick your item. You've been very patient, unlike some of the others in this room.” He sent a glare Black Star's direction.
“Thank you.” You followed him to the middle of the library and placed your hand inside the basket. Something almost immediately pricked your finger. “Ouch, what the world, who's trying to kill me?” You picked up the responsible item and looked at it. It was a button with the word “eat” written on it. “Soul, this is yours right?”
“Yeah, sorry about it poking you. I was sure I closed it when I put it in there.” Soul strutted over to you with his hands in his pockets. “It's pretty old though, and with all that other crap in there, it probably just popped open.”
“Now don't go making excuses Soul, you indirectly hurt a girl and should apologiz
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven SebastianBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Sebastian in Romance More Like This
You walk up the center of the great room to take your turn. Plunging your hand into the large red handbag Grell was holding, you begin looking for an item. You decide on a soft piece of cloth. After pulling it out of the bag, you notice it has the letter "S" embroidered on it, along with a small kitten silhouette. "Whose handkerchief is this?"
Sebastian stood up to claim it, but Grell quickly intervened. "No, I was supposed to get my Bassy's item, not you, now put it back." He angrily stomped his feet and flailed around. "No one's going to be in the closet with him but me."
Sebastian continued walking your way with a calm smile on his face. "Now Grell, I don't believe that's the way this game is played. Perhaps we'll play this again sometime. You may get your chance then." He turned to you and smiled, holding out his hand. "May I?"
A blush crept over your face as you nodded, giving him your hand. "You may."
"Oh this is just making me sick. Will you two please get into the close
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
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 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 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 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
Blood Fury - Part 13Blood Fury - Part 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wandered through the streets of London, cursing under my breath. I had almost killed the man I loved. I do this. When I'm on a case I don't feed. Usually the case distracts me, but since I had nothing to go on my bloodlust had overcome me. I bit my lip. I walked along the streets, my hands digging into my pockets. People walked or pushed past me. I could hear their heartbeats. Smell their blood. It was so tempting. I clenched my jaw. I needed to feed. I needed to. I turned into a back alley. It was moist and chilly and dimly lit, but no problem for my sharp eyes. No one was in the alleyways. I could feed on someone and not be disturbed. I was deep in the alleyways. I stood alone. I heard the cries of a cat. Animals. If my kind could feed on animals, I would do it. But they don't give us the nourishment human blood does. And they taste horrible.
I turned around. Anderson. He looked angry and a little surprised of my presence. He had his arms crossed.
Blood Fury - Part 11Blood Fury - Part 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I adored the night. It's my element. My kind isn't called creatures of the night for nothing. I stood on the rooftop of the building, feeling the cool breeze brush against my face, making my hair dance. I felt the power of the full moon grace my skin. It was beautiful. I heard the distant howl of a wolf. Lestrade¸ I thought. Only sharp ears could hear his howl. It was strong and powerful, the howl of a lycan. He was a direct descendant of the breed known as lycans. It was obvious he was different to other werewolves. For one, the moonlight shines off his fur, and you keep see faint patterns in his fur. Werewolves don't have that. His howl is also a lot stronger and he is bigger. I sensed a presence next to me. Another vampire.
"Hello Mycroft," I said without turning to him.
"Hello brother dear," Mycroft replied.
"Anything exciting in your world?" I asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," Mycroft answered.
"So a lot of things," I smirked.
"What about? Surely there must be
Blood Fury - Part 21Blood Fury - Part 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ah, Bart's. How I spent many of my years there. It was my second home. So many wondrous experiments conducted there. The place where I met the love of my life. It seemed more special. More significant. I found Molly easily. She was at the canteen ordering food. I appeared next to her.
"Hello Molly," I said. She jumped.
"Oh, it's you Sherlock. You shouldn't do that to a girl," she smiled. I could hear her heartbeat racing. I swallowed. I should really feed, I thought.
"Molly, could you do a favour for me?" I asked. I followed her towards a table. We sat across from each other. We were the only ones in the room. Molly was having a late lunch.
"Dunno, depends on what it is," she replied. Oh Molly. Sweet innocent Molly. She took a bite from her ham and cheese sandwich. I resisted the urge to scrunch up my nose in disgust. It smelt foul.
"I want you to look for something," I said.
"Why can't you look for it?" Molly asked.
"I have something else on. I have asked some others, b
Blood Fury - Part 10Blood Fury - Part 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't want to wake up. I was so comfortable in my bed. I felt the sun's rays seep through the curtains and onto my skin. My alarm went off. I groaned and hit it. Work. Shit, I thought. I yawned and stretched. I sat upright on the edge of my bed. I ran my hand over my face and opened my eyes. I was surprised to see Sherlock standing at my doorway.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Hello. Get up. We have work to do," Sherlock replied, "Don't worry; I already called your work. They understand why you're not coming in. Now get up and get dressed. We have a crime scene to investigate."
He chucked some clothes to me. I held the jumper in my hands. It had horizontal black and white stripes on it.
"Interesting choice," I said.
"Personal favourite of mine," Sherlock winked. My heart fluttered. I loved it when he winked at me.
We arrived at the crime scene quicker than expected. I hugged my coat around me. Even though the sun was out it was still cold as hell. Sherlock wrapped and arm around me. It
Blood Fury - Part 18Blood Fury - Part 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The full moon peered through the forest, its light touching everything in its path, giving a mysterious and mystical feeling to the place. Even more since it was a Blue Moon. I had no idea why they called it a 'Blue Moon.' It's even not blue. But it was beautiful. I enjoyed it. It was the one good thing from this stupid trip Sherlock sent me on. I love the guy, but sometimes he is just plain crazy. Why the hell would I want to go out in the middle of the night looking for a stupid gem? Why couldn't he freaking do it? He's the one who never sleeps. But no, silly old me has to go out and look for it. At least I've got the lovely moon.
I stopped still when I heard the rustling of leaves. My torch searched every bush around me. Probably just nothing, I thought and continued on looking for the blasted gem. More rustling. More looking. More nothing. Probably just some animals. I continued on. I stopped when I heard a low growl. My soldier instincts kicked in and I crouched down. M