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Theeeeyyyyyy'rrreee Great! (Sherlock x Reader)Theeeeyyyyyy'rrreee Great! (Sherlock x Reader) by SerinaSeras
It had been late in the morning, the sun was already high above the buildings of London, and the busy streets had by then come alive. Sherlock had been up since yesterday working on a current case.
As if on cue (name) walked into the room catching Sherlock's attention, "Good morning Sherlock" she mused while yawning, approaching him from behind, wrapping her warm arms around him. The detective stiffened in response, with this newfound sensation that had been effecting him lately. After pulling away (name's) soft hair evaded from his form, leaving a sweet aroma around him, causing him to clench his jaw in response.
His eyes followed her, examining her throughly, hair slightly tasseled from the night before, eyes glazed over dreamily, with pink cheeks from the crisp morning air. Along with her minute nightwear attire, teasing Sherlock's mind & peaking it with ever so high interest. Such a regular morning scene was a si
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 2Chapter 2: Detective Inspector LycanthropeWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 2 by DragonHaven42
John Watson was in a cab on his way to 221b clutching hand warmers. Even though he had blood flow and a pumping heart he was always deathly cold. The cab pulled up to the curb and he stepped out and walked to the door. Just as he was about to knock on the door he heard the detective’s voice behind him.
“Ah, Mr. Holmes.” He said turning and holding out a hopefully warm hand.
“Sherlock, please.” requested the other man shaking it.
Too old fashioned. John sighed and followed him into the house.
John was surprised by how much Sherlock loved murder. Humans usually feared death and mortality, but this one seemed to embrace it, even adore it. The elegant man was pacing around energetically recounting the details of a potential murder spree, and with each word the scents of dopamine and serotonin grew stronger.
Suddenly the vampire smelt something that distracted from Sherlock’s speech. There was something discretel
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1Chapter 1: A Not So Sweet DreamWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson heard gunfire and twitched in his sleep. A voice was calling his name. “John! We have a man down!” He turned towards it peering through the dusty air and felt some one tackle him. Dazed, John tried to make sense of what was happening. When his eyes got back into focus he saw a man above him raising a rough cut wooden stake.
“Perkins, what the hell are you doing?” Another soldier shouted.
The man on top of John replied, “Back up, he is a monster. I am doing the whole damn squad a favor.”
John wriggled and hissed, his arms trapped to his sides between the man’s thighs. Perkins brought the stake down as another soldier lunged at him. The wood missed his heart and plunged deep into his shoulder.
The vampire let out a roar of pain as a man shouted, “You hurt the bloody doctor!”
John jerked awake from the nightmare fangs bared and breathing heavy. He was curled in the fetal position clutching hi
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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