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Missing, InactionI catch sight of him in the big mirror in the hall, and for a moment I think he is smiling. Time, which has been moving with geological slowness, halts as the world and I take a breath.Missing, Inaction by vladimirsangel
Dead men don't smile. I've seen him many times over the past few months, that memorable face splashed over the newspapers, that unique name on everyone's lips.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
And dead men don't smile. Holmes doesn't smile much either, I wanted to say to those who came to me constantly, plying me with questions, always with a numbing, past-tense certainty. What was he like? What had been the greatest part of his life? They walked around our rooms, endless streams of them, until I felt myself at the end of my patience and forced them back out. Baker Street had started to feel more like a crime scene than any locked-room mystery we'd ever encountered. People were everywhere, scrutinising everything, missing no scrap of paper or scuff on the skirting board.
But I - I in my grief noticed n
Sherlock Holmes and the Melted Man Chapter 1Sherlock Holmes:Sherlock Holmes and the Melted Man Chapter 1 by LionsRoarInk
The Reluctant Caseworks
The Melted Man
By John H. Watson M.D.
Edited by LionsRoarInk
Throughout the years, since becoming the biographer of my great friend Sherlock Holmes, many of our more erudite readers have sent letters to our home in Baker Street. All of which are immensely appreciated, containing their curiosities and gratitude towards Holmes most noble efforts in avenging the good people against crime, however there are also many who identify faults in my publications. Simple mistakes such as the timelines of certain cases, the most known is the date of the Wisteria Lodge overlapping that of Holmes’s infamous pseudo-death after events in Reichenbach falls. These very mistakes are the reason why I have decided to disclose what Homes and I have come to know as “reluctant” cases. The particular adventures I’ve held back from the public for reasons of security of our clients, the appallin
John Watson | HomeJohn Watson | Home by yoshiina
The distant, muffled thunder was almost too faint for John to hear. The rumbling gradually become more distinct, growing louder and louder. In the next few seconds that had passed by, rain was upon him; pounding relentlessly against the window. The roar was becoming deafening to the point it was almost unsettling. Flashes of lightning lit up the darkened sky followed by cracks of thunder as though in reply. John made no effort to move from his seat as the flashes of light were suddenly dangerously close to his flat.
He remained nonchalant to the storm blustering on outside. Not even the pounding rain pouring against the window stirred a reaction. Not even the lightning flashing and thunder bellowing in the distance shook him, nor even the wind whistling through the flat. Perhaps if it was a hurricane out there instead of a storm it might have been enough to pull him out of the state he found himself in. Arms resting against the sides of the chair, John continued to sit there like a sha
Curls (Mycroft x Reader)"Darling, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Mycroft appears from behind you, a cup of freshly brewed tea resting in his hands.Curls (Mycroft x Reader) by LocaMikiMocha
You groan, "I'm about to cut my hair 'cause I can't stand it anymore...."
In your raised hands is a pair of shears ready to chop away.
He shakes his head disapprovingly at the shears.
"(y/n)...." He drags on, settling his cup on the headboard of your bed.
Your shoulders slump when he manages to ease the tool out of your grasp and returns them to the drawer where they belong.
He takes you by the hand and guides you back to the living room, sitting you next to him.
"Now, explain to me why you don't like your wonderful hair, love." He says, twirling a (h/c) curl with a slender finger.
Rolling your eyes, you catch his hand and pull it towards your chest.
"I can name a few."
His azure blue eyes urge you to start the list.
"Well, for starters, I shed like a freaking dog..."
Mycroft nods thoughtfully, "Uh-huh..."
"When I wake up, my hair looks like King Kong,
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