- oNE NIGHT STAND BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR NEW JOB AND OOPS THAT WAS YOUR NEW BOSS YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH AU
- DETECTIVE PARTNERS AU
- U N D E R C O V E R A U
- PARENTS ARE CEO’S OF RIVALING COMPANIES AU
- PARENTS ARE HEADS OF RIVALING MOB FAMILIES AU
- REINCARNATION AU
- CHILDHOOD FRIENDS WITH ADJOINING HOUSES/ROOMS AU
- THIS IS THE END OF THE WORLD AND WE’RE ALL WE’VE GOT AU
(Source: wxnslow, via silent-survivor)
I’m gathering that the most popular fan nickname of the Lodger from Knock Knock is Edgar, what do you guys think?
I really like the sound! But I do wonder if it’d better to him to have a Russian name…
[Sherlock AU]: “After two years of loneliness, the concept of sanity can become…very flexible, Sherlock.”
Sherlock was no longer able to accurately assert his damages. His clouded mind suggested that no bone was broken and injuries, though felt like on fire, were in fact superficial. However, every inch of him was throbbing painfully. Despite dulled senses strong smell of his own blood and sweat filled his nostrils. While Sherlock was aware that this whole arrangement would qualify as not good, he concluded he deserved it. He hurt profoundly his one and only friend, the most important person in his life. It was only logical to accept any punishment John deemed to be adequate. After all, body was just a transport and pain just an irksome physical sensation. Sherlock was prepared to do anything to earn John’s forgiveness. And ultimately enduring pain was a small price to pay.
Sherlock heard stairs creaking, alarming him to brace for what was coming. He knew it was for his own benefit too. So that John could find it in his heart to accept his apology.
“I’m home, dear.”
Sherlock desperately clung to the word “dear”. He was still dear to John. With this thought he got on his already bruised knees. Suitable position for someone so guilt-ridden. He barely even had time to glance at John, when sudden blow sent his head aside. Sharp pain. Loss of breath. Fresh blood on the floor. John did not avoid his teeth anymore, but he also did not harm Sherlock’s nose. There was still hope.
Sherlock could easily overpower John and fight back, but he didn’t want to. Every wound was an evidence that John still cared about him, about them.
“The things that I do for love…”
Sherlock will withstand them all to bring his John back.
OH FUCK YES THIS HAS A WHOLE NEW MEANING FOR ME NOW
GUESS WHO GOT THE PERFECT END
Coming home only to find out that Internet’s been dead for a while. \collapses
I’m currently writing from my friend’s house, I arrived safely and I’m finally going to have stable internet from now on!
My trip has gone amazingly and I had a lot of fun, more posts (and pictures!) about that are to come èwé9
I’m glad to see you all again~ <333
Chillin’ in the hotel~
So today I waved goodbye to a very handsome receptionist. Anhel was too shy for that, but hrrrk, I wasn’t bold enough to ask his number either. :’D
She also told me to praise her driving skills and that’s what I’m doing, yeh. There’s also a cool pool over there and we already had a swim. *^*
We’re having a really good time~ =w=