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Merry Chistmas (johnlock)John grinned widely at him, eyes lighting up in the face of a challenge, and Sherlock immediately knew this was a very bad idea indeed. Sherlock scoffed at him, trying to look as reluctant as possible.Merry Chistmas (johnlock) by colliding-stars
He found this was quite hard when he was facing the most beautiful man in London, though.
“Oh come on Sherlock, you've got to admit that of all people John is far from the worst we could have picked for this dare!” Lestrade said, through his poor attempts to hide his giggles behind his hand, the beer in his glass swerving dangerously close to the edge. Next to him, Ms Hudson hit him on the arm, trying to tut at him through her smiles.
“Tsk Greg! Sherlock will not do anything he can't do.”
Fighting the flush that wanted to creep up his neck, Sherlock snapped “Oh for God's sake. It's not like I'm incapable of such a trivial task as kissing.”
John lifted his eyebrow, studying his face curiously. When Sherlock turned his head to look at the others in
Married to My Work, Chapter 1Chapter 1: IntroductionsMarried to My Work, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson hesitated before opening the door to the conference room. He did not need to look around as he walked in leaning on his cane, he knew that eyes lingered on him. Judging. He sighed inwardly, his competitors were all fit and young, wearing either expensive suits or brand name casual slacks with tank tops to display their muscles. With his limp and discount clothes he looked quite shabby indeed. But Mike thought he might have a chance....
He found an unoccupied table at the back of the room and sunk gratefully into a chair, leaning his cane against the wall and partially concealing it. He heard the door to the room open but did not look up, and was surprised when some one sat across from him.
“I recognize a military man when I see one,” said a gruff voice with a strong Australian accent. John looked up as a man with a large scar on his face held out a hand, “Sebastian Moran.”
“John Watson.” John replied with what he
The Forever Present Part: one (Sherlock fanfic)The Forever PresentThe Forever Present Part: one (Sherlock fanfic) by MosImagination
Christmas time, not the best time for the young Sherlock Holmes. At the age of seven, His gifts, only containing clothes or small snacks just for him, which his older brother Mycroft always seemed to get his hands on. Sherlock never held his hopes high, Santa never was there for him when he begged for a gift he wanted more then any other. A friend. Someone to spend time with him and to talk to, so he wasn't always alone.
During Christmas dinner sherlock was silent, picking at his food, not really consuming the various foods such as Baked ham, green bean casserole, and mashed potatoes. Mycroft cleared his plate and gazed towards Sherlock who held a letter. The older snorted, "what are you doing?" He torn the letter from his brothers hands. "Trying to beg Santa for a gift?" He grinned as he unfolded the letter, Sherlock trying to grab at the letter. "A..friend?!" His brother laughed and pushed the younger down. "Can't you learn th
SCADTHi I am one of the founders of the SCADT acting group. The group is made up of people from in and around the Glasgow/Renfrewshire area, who have a passion for acting, directing ect. We have decided to make an online video series based off of our favourite movies, tv shows, plays and books (fandoms) and put in our videos what we wanted to happen in the story (OTP's, gender bends, AU's)SCADT by CrimsonRomancex
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My clever idiot part 8 [teenlock X reader]My clever idiot part 8 [teenlock X reader] by CrimsonRomancex
'The roaring cheers of the crowd were deafening, making the ground bellow high stiletto heels jut and writhe like a wounded animal. Off in the distance you could hear the rhythmic pounding of a gigantic drum over the ruckus audience;
Boom, Boom, Boom.'
How does the writer create a menacing atmosphere in the opening paragraph?
What. The. Fuck?
Throwing you're pen down, you let out a low, frustrated grown. How was anyone meant to answer these questions?
You let your eyes rake over the other questions, listed on the yellow sheet in front of you.
'The water below did not shimmer or gleam nor even seem to move in the light of the midday sun. It was dull, stagnate. The indigo colour lacking in some of it former luster.'
How does the writer show his feeling of impending doom through his description of the pool water?
... Impending doom? Where the hell had impending doom come from? For crying out loud she was describing water!
"How the hell is anyone meant to get this?" You asked under your br
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