The Army Doctor's Hunger Games (Chapter 2)My body goes into autopilot as my brain numbs. I make my way towards the stage, muttering "excuse me" along the way to the people I bump into. Once I'm free of the crowd, my back straightens and I climb up the steps and onto the stage. It sticks out in my mind to keep posture, for some reason. Probably because in District 6, good posture is a sign you know what you're doing.More Like This
Right now, I have no clue what I'm doing, so I'm guessing it's force of habit.
As I stand next to Molly Hooper, Fliffi calls out, "Can we have a round of applause for the brave tributes?"
Based on the angry looks my district is giving her, no. Instead, they just look mournfully at us. Most of them know me, due to my family being quite well-known in the district as family healers. People come for advice to me all the time, or come for a gossip with my sister. More than anything in my mind right now, I'm glad they didn't start clapping, weak or not.
Looking through the crowd, I see my sister. She isn't crying, but sh
The Army Doctor's Hunger Games (Chapter 1)Waking up, I'm temporarily surprised by the warm mass snuggled into my chest, her long red hair mussed. Then I sigh, realizing I should have expected it. Harriet always crawls into my bed the night before the reaping. I stroke her hair gently, and she shifts, lifting her head to look at me.More Like This
"John, I don't want to get up." She croaks, her dark blue eyes scared. She lowers her head back into my chest, and I feel her muscles tense.
"I know, Harry. No one does." We lie there for a couple minutes. I keep stroking her hair as we both remember the previous year. Last year's Hunger Games were particularly violent. The only weapons in the cavernous arena were axes, which the Career pack took gleeful advantage of. Some of the tributes from the smaller, poorer districts couldn't even lift the weapons, and the cameras broadcasting the slaughters had to be wiped clean of blood daily.
I sit up, hugging Harriet. "Come on, then." I pat her back. "I've survived four years and you've survived two withou
Deadly Angel 2 (Johnlock)Silence.More Like This
„... are you... taking my life? Will you kill me?“
- „... that was my job.“
„... it „was“... ? Not „is“ your job?!“ John was surprised, and confused. And happy.
His feelings were in a rollercoaster now.
„Do you remember the day when you were shot? You thought that it will be your end, and it should´ve been your death. I was there, ready to take your soul but I couldn´t.“
„... why? Why not? Tell me, please!“
Sherlock blushed. „When I saw how you tried to save your comrades, and how you denied death although your body would not work for long anymore... that was the moment I fell in love with you although I had to take your soul. Instead... I saved you. I created this present. You shouldn´t be here. We shouldn´t live here. We shouldn´t... have those feelings.“
He hugged him.
„Sherlock... I don´t know what to say... you … saved me... and
Deadly Angel (Johnlock)War... why do humans fight each other?More Like This
War is hell.
Seeing all of your comrades die next to you and you can´t help them because you were shot...
I nearly died there, but survived.... somehow... I may had a guardian angel.
Or a death angel who didn´t want to let me go... yet.
John was home again. Back in London.
But he felt... empty. As if something was lost on the battlefield. Thinking about this made his leg hurt, so he decided to walk around the city to forget everything. The pain didn´t disappear.
The nightmares were awful. Every night, he woke up with tears in his eyes, or screaming, or both. He couldn´t sleep well for over weeks.
But then he met Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective. John didn´t know why, but when he was close to Sherlock, he felt... alive. Home. Normal.
They solved many crimes together and John was able to walk without his cane after the first one.
The pain in his leg was gone.
It was 3 months after the first case when Sherl
Welcome Home - Johnlock.Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send.More Like This
John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text.
His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied.
A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. SH'
'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? JW."
'Outside a pub. Two blocks from 221B. SH'
'Why can't you get a cab? JW'
'None of them will take me, john. SH'
'No wonder! Everyone thinks you're dead! JW'
'That's not why! I may be slightly intoxicated. SH'
John sighed. Only Sherlock. He hadn't even explained how he had jumped off a building in front of him and som
Johnlock - Bored to bedJohn sighed deeply and looked at the mess in the flat. Sherlock had been extremely bored lately. Not even one single case for over three weeks and John was starting to feel worried for his friend. Sherlock's new morning routine was to just walk across the room, making a pile of paper fall to the floor, and curling up like a grumpy cat in the sofa. But today was different. It was nearly noon, and no sign of Sherlock.More Like This
John walked across the papers scattered around the room and found himself standing in front of the big door to Sherlock's bedroom. He knocked on it ever so gently with his knuckles.
"Sherlock, are you alright?" he called out. From the other side of the door, he heard a mumbling answer. He sighed once again and let the door slide open.
"Sherlock, are you planning to spend the whole day in bed, or what?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Sherlock, who was lying on his side facing away from John, turned his head with his eyes still tightly closed.
"Stop bothering me,
8: Tinsel: JohnLockSherlock woke up and looked around. John was NOT lying next to him.More Like This
That made him a bit sad, because Sherlock loved to wake his beloved doctor with a kiss...
Whatever. He decided to stand up, stretched his body a bit and went to the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed was the golden tinsel in his hair. With a confused look in his eyes, Sherlock started to pull it out of his hair.
There was a lot of tinsel in his curls.
Ten minutes later, he confronted John, the tinsel in his hand.
"Why was that in my hair?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, Mycroft put that there. You didn´t sleep for over 3 days and when your brother visited us, you - literally - "fell" asleep. You should be thankful that I was able to catch you before you kissed the floor."
"...." Sherlock gave John a kiss. After that, his phone was buzzing.
A message from Mycroft.
- Good morning Sherlock, I hope you did sleep well. Lestrade and Molly really like the picture.
Greetings, Mycroft. -
At the end of the text there was a picture
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.More Like This
"Why do you want to know it?" he replied with a questionmark above his head.
"...I´m just curious."
"Ok... well, I don´t really believe in them. No one ever saw an angel and there´s no proof that they exist. You know, I´m a scientist. I just "believe" in something which can be proofed" Sherlock explained.
John didn´t answer, he just nodded and continued to write his blog.
Four years later, Sherlock DID believe in one angel - the one named John.
John wasn´t in the flat, so Sherlock was able to prepare everything.
The flat was tidied up and clean. Like, REALLY clean. The living room was decorated with some candles with wine and two wine glasses on the table. Nothing more, nothing less.
Also, Sherlock was nervous. Just a bit, but he feared something would go wrong... or John would say "No."
"I´m back, Sherlock" John entered the flat and as soon as he put his jacket away, Sherlock went st
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
4: Candy Canes: JohnLock"Sherlock, did you see the candy canes?" John asked aloud from the living room. "... no, I didn´t. You sure you bought some?" - "Yes, I AM sure."More Like This
John searched everywhere to find them. In the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, also in the fridge (and hoped Sherlock did NOT misuse them for an experiment) - but they were gone.
"Come on John, it´s ok. We can survive without them." - "But I like them." John pouted. Sherlock kissed him. "You can have my kisses instead." - "Well... this is a good offer. I think I´ll forget about the canes ~ "
John tousled through his dark curles and smiled. "I´ll go and buy a present for Ms Hudson now. See you later!"
After he left, Sherlock hung the candy canes he hid on the christmas tree with a sign on one which said "Surprise, my beloved. XXX, Sherly."
3: Snow: JohnLock"Finally snow...!" John was running out of the flat, looking up into the sky. The snowflakes were falling down silently and slowly, coating London in a white colour.More Like This
"I really missed this last year... oh I hope it´ll stay everywhere!"
"John, come back into the flat, you´ll catch a cold!" Sherlock said, standing in the hallway and looking worried.
"But... there was no snow last year and it finally comes down... I love snow!!"
John looked at him with kinda sad eyes. He knew that Sherlock couldn´t win against his puppy eyes. He sighed and took his coat, putting it over John´s shoulders.
"Come back in a few minutes so I can warm you ~ " he whispered with a seductive smile.
"Of course, my dear." John asked with a kiss on Shrelock´s cheek.
2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"More Like This
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-wa
1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -More Like This
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
Johnlock - Merry Christmas, SherlockIt was Christmas eve and all John wanted to do was lounge around on the couch all day. It was a very rare day, seeing as Sherlock wasn't dragging him off to some murder case, or he wasn't at work. All was perfect, his room mate was doing some experiment, the telly was switched on right in front of him. He didn't know how it could get any better than this.More Like This
He looked up at the roof absent-mindedly to find something that he hoped he wouldn't see.
He pulled out his phone and texted Sherlock.
I told you not to hang mistletoe -JW
Why not? It's a fascinating holiday tradition. -SH
Plus I wanted the excuse. -SH
I though tradition bored you JW
Other times it can be useful. -SH
Yes, useful. -SH
In what way? You do realise what the mistletoe tradition actually is, right? JW
Yes, you've got to kiss someone caught under it with you. -SH
Well, uh yes but... Wait... Do you have a girlfriend Sherlock? JW
No, haven't I told already that's not my area? -SH
Well, yeah but the m
PROTOCREED: Random Story timeMore Like This
PROTOCREED: Random Story time! -YAOI WARNING this contains yaoi...Don't like yaoi? DON'T LOOK AT IT!-
NOTE: So this takes place on Valentine's Day in a small town that I am too lazy to make up, just a random idea that popped into my head, and it's kind of for Silent-Hill-Daughter too since, well, I owe her a story that she would like and that I can actually get in to writing I will be censoring Alex's potty mouth XD Sorry for those who like to see him lose his temper uncensored. My siblings watch my account! xDDD Anyways, yeah, this is kind of a short story. Enjoy my friends!
"This stupid rain," Alex hissed, glaring up at the sky like he could make it stop pouring buckets on his head with just his stare. All he got was water splashed in his face. Alex shook his head to get some of the water off and wondered for the 10th time where Altair could be. Altair had been acting strange recently. He always sat next to Alex, talked to him a lot more than usual, smiled at him, and
You CouldJohn’s stomach flipped over when he saw the trenchcoat. His legs went wobbly when he saw the hair. His breath came in shuddering gasps when the eyes fixed on him.More Like This
"Hello, John." Sherlock’s mouth quirked up in a smile. John stumbled to his feet, knocking over the chair in his hurry to get to the man he had missed so much. He caught Sherlock by the lapels and shoved him against the wall with all his strength. He just had enough time to see Sherlock’s defeated expression before he smashed his mouth to Sherlock’s. He kissed him brutally, his hands quickly running all over Sherlock’s body, re-familiarizing him and checking he was actually real. When Sherlock reacted by bringing his hands up to John’s waist he pulled back. He brought back his fist and punched Sherlock in the face, catching his lip.
"You’d better have a fucking good explanation," he growled, glaring at Sherlock for a moment before he composed himself. He walked across the room, picked
EmpathyJohn raised his hand in a ‘stop’ gesture. Sherlock knew that. He knew it only meant ‘stop’ but he reached out. He reached out as far as he could until his arm hurt. He wanted to touch John, to tell him it was okay, to tell him not to be sad. But he couldn’t. He felt emotion. Sadness. It ripped through him, tore up his body, his mind. He never expected it to hurt so much. He didn’t want to hurt John. He didn’t want to leave him. So he reached out to the only man who appreciated him, who understood him, who tolerated him. John looked desperate. His voice cracked with pain. Sherlock fought to keep his composure when John’s words came down the phone: ‘You could.’More Like This
That was the moment Sherlock knew. Everything he’d ever said about feelings being dangerous was right. This hurt. He wasn’t crying for himself. Leaving John would destroy him but he knew the truth. John was left with the belief that he was a fake and that this
Happy Halloween - 221BSherlock emerges from his room as the clock approaches 1:00am. Restless, thanks to a murder case, his plan is to research uncommon poison delivery methods in hopes it might jolt something within his vast mind.More Like This
His steps are halted by the sight that greets him in the sitting room. John, passed out on the couch, surrounded by an impressive assortment of Halloween decorations. Earlier that afternoon John discovered Sherlock's fondness for the holiday and instantly became animated with the determination to celebrate it. He rushed to the shops for spider webs and skeletons before Sherlock could protest. Sherlock set to work whilst John embraced the spooky season.
Sherlock deduced that John must've exhausted himself in his over-exuberance, thus landing in a sleepy heap upon the couch instead of attempting the journey to bed. Sherlock felt a small smile working its way onto his face as he surveyed John's handiwork. Every piece of furniture was covered in spiderwebs, which where adorned with p
Breakfast8:04More Like This
Breakfast is ready.
I've prepared breakfast. Come downstairs.
You made breakfast!?
Isn't that what I just said?
You're serious? You made breakfast?
You're rather slow this morning. When I said I would shag you senseless I didn't mean to do so literally.
No - It's just - You never cook.
That doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing so.
Never said you couldn't. I'm just surprised you did. Are you up to something?
What would I be up to that would result in breakfast?
I don't know. Experiment maybe? Broke something and this is your apology.
If it was an experiment notifying you would alter the results. And your second suggestion is simply preposterous.
You're right. Apologizing isn't your style.
I do apologize!
Only on the rarest of occasions and certainly not in advanced.
So does this have anything to do with our being newlyweds?
The Wedding Part 3 - Cheers!Mrs. Hudson insists that they stop outside the cafe and take a few photos in front a small tree that was planted for landscaping. They acquiesce and loop their arms around one-another's waists.More Like This
Sherlock despises having his picture taken, but he manages a polite smile. John has a ridiculous grin that he can't wipe from his face. Mrs. Hudson snaps away on the digital camera they'd gotten her for Christmas until Sherlock finally gets tired of it all and walks out of frame.
"Sherlock! I wasn't done." she reprimands, gesturing for him to go back.
"You've gotten at least a dozen photographs of us in the same position. If none of those are to your satisfaction then I suggest you find a professional photographer to handle it." he retorts with a dismissive gesture.
"I want pictures of you with the wedding party." she insisted, lightly shoving Mike, Molly and Lestrade in the direction of the tree.
They formed a group, with Mike on the far end, Molly, then John, an empty space for Sherlock, and L
The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To HoldThey break off a few moments before the cab pulls up to the large brick building.More Like This
John attempts to flatten his hair back into place from where Sherlock had enthusiastically carded his hands through it, tugging it in all different directions.
Sherlock snorts at his attempts "I don't care what your hair looks like."
"Well I do. I'd like to look respectable in the pictures. The last thing I want is for Harry to say 'Got yourself some action before the wedding, didn't you Johnny?' when I show her the pictures."
Sherlock's mouth twists into a smirk "If you call that action John..." he started, drawling his voice slightly, knowing it speaks to an entirely different piece of John's anatomy than those related to audio reception.
"Don't start." John warns, doing his best to picture something off-putting as he feels himself already heating up beneath Sherlock's mischievous gaze. Recalling his drinking and Mycroft's embarrassing escort home the night before does the trick.
By the time they exit t
The Wedding Part 1 - Stag Party *STAG PARTY*More Like This
You should have come with us!
You know I don't enjoy noise, crowds and idiotic behavior. Pubs are prolific in all three.
Your no fun.
Don't you mean "You're"?
You're intoxicated aren't you?
Nop. Well maybe a tadd.
Tad only has one D. And I'm assuming you meant 'Nope'? Obviously incorrect.
You've mentioned that before.
Ive just noticed that its true in boht meanings of the wrod. You act like a smart-arse and you've got a smatr lloking arse.
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because it lost its charm amidst the third spelling error.
Whats smoeothing I've ever done?
Whats somthing I h
The Question Part 4 - Gifts1:12More Like This
Are you going to make it to the wedding?
You're really getting married? I thought it was a gag.
Why is everyone so surprised?
Well it's you and Sherlock how can we not be?
You guys weren't like this when you found out we got together.
We thought you were together long before though.
Yes I remember.
Looking back it's rather funny; don't you think?
I suppose it is.
I think under the word Denial in the dictionary there is a picture of you two.
Hey it wasn't denial!
Really? Cause I seem to recall hearing nothing but "I'm not gay." from you.
... I've missed something apparently.
I love Sherlock and I'm attracted to him but only him no other men. So not gay.
Guess that makes sense.
Glad we've cleared that up.
Yeah Guess I should cancel the male-strip dancer I hired for your Stag part
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I got an invitation in the mail to your wedding this morning
Are you going to make it?
You really are getting married?
Oh - wow. I thought it was a joke or something.
Why would you think that?
Well I just never thought Sherlock would go for something like that. But then I never thought he would go for a romantic relationship at all, so shows what I know.
Well he has a very logical reason behind it.
I'm sure he does. How did you propose?
Sherlock proposed to me.
Oh my god!
Like I said, he had a logical explanation behind it.
Still, that's really romantic of him. You two are so sweet.
I don't know about that.
But you are. How did he propose?
Well he asked me one night in the flat - but I wasn't there.
Why would he ask when you weren't there?
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Forgot to ask you last night - who's coming?
To the wedding. I'm assuming you've invited a few guests.
Why would I?
Well we need a witness - and some might want to commemorate the occasion.
I'd forgotten about a witness - you choose.
Sure. I hardly care who attends.
You'd care if I invited Mycroft.
No - I'd call off the wedding and leave you to deal with him on your own.
Hmm - guess I'd better leave him out of it. I'd hate to be jilted by you.
Course I still might end up alone at the altar if there's an intriguing case that day.
You know me so well.
I sincerely hope you're joking, because I was.
I am. It may be difficult to discern at times but I do in fact love you.
Good 'cause I love you. I'll invite Lestrade just in case though.
He could still get called away and I'd follow.
The Enduring Enigma of CollageFebruary 21, 2013/by techgnoticMore Like This
Collage is one of those art forms that immediately sets off heated debate about our most fundamental ideas and visceral feelings about the very essence of art itself.
Turn of the century troublemakers Georges Braque and Pablo Picasso began enhancing their paintings with glued on bits of cut out fabric and other materials, thus neatly blurring the line between the art categories of painting and sculpture. They shifted the emphasis or “meaning” of their painted images beyond an attempted interpretation of the painted “text” to thinking about the artists’ “process” – something wholly separate from the paintings themselves.
And with that a whole new Rubic’s Cube of basic questio
Dante's Inferno, What's the Worst that Can Happen?More Like This
Oct 17, 2012 by techgnotic
Sometimes in youth we play crazy mind games. One gruesome game was trying to think of the worst way to die. Or even better, the "which would you choose" version of the same conceit. Another was what would be the worst torture to endure. If there is one international touchstone that best captures youthful fears and wonders in speculation of what lies beyond the veil of death and awaits as possible punishment for our sins, it must be - to the few who have actually read it to the millions who "know" it – "Dante's Inferno." Who does not shiver at the thought of being lost somewhere in the "Nine Rings of Hell?"
Witch Sorceress EnchantressMore Like This
Oct 3, 2012 by techgnotic
The Witchas Multifaceted Icon
Throughout history artists of every discipline have been fascinated, inspired and transfixed at every historical stage of the shifting perceptions of the “Witch” in any given time or society. The seams within every page of every chapter written against or in defense of the witch have been alternatively filled with oppressive sexism, blind eyed religious bigotry, occult doctrine, fevered and forbidden lustful sexuality, misplaced fear, and reams of wide eyed superstition.
Consequently, the colors, and lines within every stroke upon every canvas and visceral depiction, carry all the burdensome weight of the long intricacies of this subject. With respect to this much maligned, religiously and politically repurposed, perpetually misunde