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Cluedo (A Sherlock Fanfic)Sherlock sat in the armchair; legs apart, fingers drumming. John lowered his newspaper slightly to glance at his flatmate. A strand of the younger man's curly mop fell into his eyes and he attempted to blow it out of the way, contorting his face into a strange sort of underbite expression to do so.
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"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John placed the paper on his lap and clasped his fingers together, a habit he had picked up when talking to patients.
"Bored John," He leapt from his chair, his dressing gown dancing from the sudden movement. "I need a case."
John took a breath and put his finger to his lips in thought. He had an idea; "Sherlock, have you ever heard of Cluedo?"
"Oh don't be so stupid Lestrade!" Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I have Colonel Mustard, so it can't b-"
"-Sherlock," John interrupted, "You're not supposed to tell people what cards you've got, how many times?"
"Well we're never going to solve this if we withhold evidence. It's against th
Mistletoe [Loki x Reader]You had a nice bed. A great bed. A big one, big enough for two, and a big room, and an other-worldly boyfriend, and a hot French “mommy” who could cook, and life was so good.
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But it was life in the Underground and life in the Underground is colorless, literally. You could almost physically feel someone applying a sepia-toned filter to your life. There were fairies and sparkles and the fire gang (who sort of frightened you, frankly), and it was all interesting and no day was the same, but everything just looked like clay or something, all grey and beige with maybe some red. Even in the sky; there was no sun, which didn’t necessarily bother you, but there were always clouds, orange ones, and the color was beginning to rattle your nerves.
You had requested, of course, for Loki to take you to the garden; but surprisingly, the weather down here followed the seasons, and the Underground’s winters were cold. The garden was in complete hibernation,