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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
Her Word (SherlockXSister!Reader)Time for the morning routine.Her Word (SherlockXSister!Reader) by LowBattery00
John stepped out of bed, stretched. Retreated to the bathroom, splashing his face to wake himself up. He showered, changed, and waited like every morning to have his breakfast then to brush his teeth. He rubbed his eyes when he opened the door, as his room had been dark in the process of his routine. He made slow steps to the kitchen but stopped at the hallway when he saw Sherlock dining at the table with a woman. Sherlock sat without his jacket so he only had his dress shirt, usual dress pants, and loafers. He was eating the last of John's cereal. The woman, however, wore rolled up yoga pants with a jacket that was far too big for her, the sleeves rolled up. Her feet were barefoot but coated in dirt. Her (h/c) hung loosely in her face, stringy. What was probably the most noticeable were the small dots on his forearms. Shots of something. She ate quickly, a spoon becoming so insufficient that she scooped the cereal with her hand, milk slipping through her
Supernatural Bond (Sherlock!Vamp!XReader) P.1Supernatural Bond (Sherlock!Vamp!XReader) P.1 by LowBattery00
So typical of a vampire.
Arrogant by nature, Sherlock Holmes was the last person (f/n) wanted to put up with for this. She hadn't minded the call from her friend John Watson but upon coming into his flat, her demeanor had quickly flipped from calm to silently enraged. She brushed her messenger bag that went across her body and debated casting something on him or perhaps writing his name in "Mortem Note." No, she wasn't sure what this man meant to John and so spared him for the moment. They came eye to eye and instantly there was the sign that their relationship would be as deep as oil in water. He stood, cautious clearly, and eyed her. His up and down looking had nothing to do with looks but rather trying to read her maybe? She didn't care, if he wanted to read her then go ahead, she hoped it might instill more fear into him. She put a hand out, "(f/n) (l/n)...perhaps you might jump off your pedestal a moment and shake my hand with a gentlemen-like introducing?" he glared at the
Happily Ever After (Sherlock X OC) Chapter 1"Fuck" I muttered. It's been a long time since I came to London and I was lost. It was freezing cold currently, I always hated winter. I told John I would visit him today, but I had to walk to get there. I didn't have enough money to get a taxi, so walking is my only option. I walked quietly along the street muttering his address so I would remember it. "221b Baker street. Next to speedy's". I felt a drop of cold water drip onto my face. I looked up at the sky and I sighed. "Just my fucking luck" I growled. I reached into my messenger bag, and pulled out one of my old hoodies. I quickly slipped it on, and snuggled deep into it. It was my ex-boyfriends, and if you didn't know me you would wonder why I've kept it. He died tragically in a war, a very bad, horrible, bloody war. I shook my head to rid of those memories. I continued snuggling into the warm, old slightly ripped up fabric. I then saw a sign that read Speedy's, I smirked and hurried across the street. Seeing John might bring meHappily Ever After (Sherlock X OC) Chapter 1 by AlixHiddleston
John Watson X Daughter!Reader ~I Promise~"Look," John said, and his eyes darted nervously from the hand that belonged to you clasped within his, pursing his lips, "I just--I just don't think you deserved this."John Watson X Daughter!Reader ~I Promise~ by OfWhatDreamsMayCome
For a moment he passed as your silence permitted him to continue, and bowed his head, dipping down for a solid second and then bouncing back up, to look to you as you reclined.
"I mean..." he paused again, in his continuation into nowhere with his ramblings. "I mean no one deserves it, and I don't mean to sound selfish or mean or uncaring to anyone else that's done it...but you didn't deserve it. I mean, to me, especially, if its any consolation, there is no one that did not deserve it more than you."
The silence, heavy and foreboding, weighed upon his shoulders and closing his mouth, smothering his tongue, allowed him to take the moment to speak again, offered from you to him, and after a further moment, he continued, setting his gaze from the hand paler than usual in his own to
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