Hannigram - Imagining a world without you by Rhapsody93, literature
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Hannigram - Imagining a world without you
When the call had come in, stating that Tobias was in Hannibal’s house, Will would have sworn his heart had stopped momentarily, only starting to beat again when Jack had told him that Hannibal was fine aside from minor injuries. For a few seconds (that had felt like a whole eternity pressed together) he had been certain that he had lost the only person he’d managed to open up to in a long time. The thought of what would have happened if the knife had sunk into a different part of Hannibal’s flesh haunted him in his dreams. Now he was waking up, drenched in sweat, trembling from the lingering fear to the image of thrusting t
Missing Piece Chapter 15 by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 15
The television had proved itself unworthy a distraction to Sherlock. There were enough things to point out, but nothing challenging enough to keep his mind focused on for a longer period of time. It wasn’t beneficial for keeping his thoughts away from John when the good doctor was sitting between Sherlock and his distraction of choice.
Soon Sherlock’s gaze clung to John’s figure on the armchair and he fell silent. Keeping his mind focused on the vacant babbling on the soap while the cause of his disturbed feelings was there, almost right in front of him was impossible. John seemed content watching that stuff and the pain ki
Missing Piece Chapter 14 by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 14
The pain had mostly subsided due to the painkillers, only a constant throbbing reminded John of his wounds. Some soap was on the telly, but the good doctor wasn’t paying attention to it. Though John looked at the screen, he only saw the flickering movement of the figures, too caught up in his own thoughts to listen to it.
Sherlock had flung himself onto the couch. At the beginning he had scoffed at the people on screen, making brickbat remarks and taking apart the plot and pointing out it flaws, even then Sherlock’s appalled incredulousness over all that dullness had been missing. Halfway through the show Sherlock had fallen sile
Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock
Blinking against the bright sunlight, Sherlock thought back to last night’s events. That had been rather unpleasant. In the future he had to make sure that his body wouldn’t disturb him with such malfunctions. More so at times when he could do nothing take care of them.
Sometime he must have fallen asleep, obviously, which he was grateful for. If John had noticed he would surely feel awkward and uncomfortable around Sherlock.
The consulting detective turned his head sideways and bolded upright when he saw that the bed beside him was empty. Although it should be nothing to worry about, panic flared up inside him. The most logical
Missing Piece Chapter 12 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 12 - Johnlock
The alarm clock on the bedside table ticked obscenely loud in the silence that lay upon the room. The moon shed its light through the small space between the shut curtains. Sherlock had stopped counting the seconds after a while. Even a boring occupation such as that didn’t help him fall asleep. How could people honestly believe that something like that could help? He had even gone so far as to replace the seconds with sheep. The consulting detective had still been wide awake after the five hundred and fifty ninth sheep.
The sleep which he needed so badly just wouldn’t come. Although he’d barely slept the last few days. No
Missing Piece Chapter 11 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 11 - Johnlock
The sight of John staggering while he clung to Sherlock as they made their way outside made the consulting detective wish there was still one of the kidnappers left he could vent the fury he felt on. By now Mycroft had surely already secured Birch and taken care of his wounds. Hopefully they would take a very long time to heal. Sherlock pursed his lips at the thought of that man in disgust.
One hand wrapped tightly around John’s back they slowly ascended the stairs. His gray eyes were on John the whole time, though he was trying not to look at the wounds all over John’s body. He couldn’t stand to look at them.
It was his f
Missing Piece Chapter 10 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 10 - Johnlock
The skin felt hot against Sherlock's cold hands. Possibly a fever. With this kind of injury and the not so wholesome environment they had kept him. His eyes moved to John's blood stained shirt and the wounds that were all too visible. An angry red, blood smeared stripe against his unusual pale skin.
John eyelids fluttered open and for a split second Sherlock wondered if he should withdraw his hand that was still grazing John's cheek, but he didn't want to. Sherlock didn't want to let go of what he had finally gotten a hold of. The idea of letting go of his doctor didn't seem right to Sherlock, it filled him with discomfort and uneasiness.
J
Missing Piece Chapter 9 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 9 - Johnlock
Drops of blood led from the doorway into the wide corridor. Sherlock bent over Birch's quivering body. He had a broken nose, drenching his shirt in blood and dripping on the white marble floor. That would make it easy to wipe them away.
The consulting detective rummaged through the bastard's pockets until he found the mobile phone and stowed it in his coat. Destroying it was out of the question. It was still needed to call Birch's men and tell them to get away from John.
Sherlock then proceeded to drag Birch further into the house, closed the front door behind them and stepped accidentally or not so accidentally on the man's hand which earn
Hannigram - Imagining a world without you by Rhapsody93, literature
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Hannigram - Imagining a world without you
When the call had come in, stating that Tobias was in Hannibal’s house, Will would have sworn his heart had stopped momentarily, only starting to beat again when Jack had told him that Hannibal was fine aside from minor injuries. For a few seconds (that had felt like a whole eternity pressed together) he had been certain that he had lost the only person he’d managed to open up to in a long time. The thought of what would have happened if the knife had sunk into a different part of Hannibal’s flesh haunted him in his dreams. Now he was waking up, drenched in sweat, trembling from the lingering fear to the image of thrusting t
Missing Piece Chapter 15 by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 15
The television had proved itself unworthy a distraction to Sherlock. There were enough things to point out, but nothing challenging enough to keep his mind focused on for a longer period of time. It wasn’t beneficial for keeping his thoughts away from John when the good doctor was sitting between Sherlock and his distraction of choice.
Soon Sherlock’s gaze clung to John’s figure on the armchair and he fell silent. Keeping his mind focused on the vacant babbling on the soap while the cause of his disturbed feelings was there, almost right in front of him was impossible. John seemed content watching that stuff and the pain ki
Missing Piece Chapter 14 by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 14
The pain had mostly subsided due to the painkillers, only a constant throbbing reminded John of his wounds. Some soap was on the telly, but the good doctor wasn’t paying attention to it. Though John looked at the screen, he only saw the flickering movement of the figures, too caught up in his own thoughts to listen to it.
Sherlock had flung himself onto the couch. At the beginning he had scoffed at the people on screen, making brickbat remarks and taking apart the plot and pointing out it flaws, even then Sherlock’s appalled incredulousness over all that dullness had been missing. Halfway through the show Sherlock had fallen sile
Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock
Blinking against the bright sunlight, Sherlock thought back to last night’s events. That had been rather unpleasant. In the future he had to make sure that his body wouldn’t disturb him with such malfunctions. More so at times when he could do nothing take care of them.
Sometime he must have fallen asleep, obviously, which he was grateful for. If John had noticed he would surely feel awkward and uncomfortable around Sherlock.
The consulting detective turned his head sideways and bolded upright when he saw that the bed beside him was empty. Although it should be nothing to worry about, panic flared up inside him. The most logical
Missing Piece Chapter 12 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 12 - Johnlock
The alarm clock on the bedside table ticked obscenely loud in the silence that lay upon the room. The moon shed its light through the small space between the shut curtains. Sherlock had stopped counting the seconds after a while. Even a boring occupation such as that didn’t help him fall asleep. How could people honestly believe that something like that could help? He had even gone so far as to replace the seconds with sheep. The consulting detective had still been wide awake after the five hundred and fifty ninth sheep.
The sleep which he needed so badly just wouldn’t come. Although he’d barely slept the last few days. No
Missing Piece Chapter 11 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 11 - Johnlock
The sight of John staggering while he clung to Sherlock as they made their way outside made the consulting detective wish there was still one of the kidnappers left he could vent the fury he felt on. By now Mycroft had surely already secured Birch and taken care of his wounds. Hopefully they would take a very long time to heal. Sherlock pursed his lips at the thought of that man in disgust.
One hand wrapped tightly around John’s back they slowly ascended the stairs. His gray eyes were on John the whole time, though he was trying not to look at the wounds all over John’s body. He couldn’t stand to look at them.
It was his f
Missing Piece Chapter 10 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 10 - Johnlock
The skin felt hot against Sherlock's cold hands. Possibly a fever. With this kind of injury and the not so wholesome environment they had kept him. His eyes moved to John's blood stained shirt and the wounds that were all too visible. An angry red, blood smeared stripe against his unusual pale skin.
John eyelids fluttered open and for a split second Sherlock wondered if he should withdraw his hand that was still grazing John's cheek, but he didn't want to. Sherlock didn't want to let go of what he had finally gotten a hold of. The idea of letting go of his doctor didn't seem right to Sherlock, it filled him with discomfort and uneasiness.
J
Missing Piece Chapter 9 - Johnlock by Rhapsody93, literature
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Missing Piece Chapter 9 - Johnlock
Drops of blood led from the doorway into the wide corridor. Sherlock bent over Birch's quivering body. He had a broken nose, drenching his shirt in blood and dripping on the white marble floor. That would make it easy to wipe them away.
The consulting detective rummaged through the bastard's pockets until he found the mobile phone and stowed it in his coat. Destroying it was out of the question. It was still needed to call Birch's men and tell them to get away from John.
Sherlock then proceeded to drag Birch further into the house, closed the front door behind them and stepped accidentally or not so accidentally on the man's hand which earn
Seduction: Chapter One by Watson-Locked, literature
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Seduction: Chapter One
Sherlock had needs.
John didn't realize this, he didn't realize that Sherlock was a person let alone needed things like affection or love.
But, that was just it. Sherlock didn't need affection, he needed John's affection and he had struggled for the past year and a half that he had known this wonderful man to keep him close.
John was a difficult love, or more or less obsession as it was becoming. The consulting detective had the urge to be around him contantly, he wanted to be at his work and in his room when the door was locked and on his dates. That was, perhaps what had drove the detective so insane, the dates. Sherlock could handle w
Reasons Why: Johnlock Fluff fic by Watson-Locked, literature
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Reasons Why: Johnlock Fluff fic
John, you're brilliant. -SH
Thanks? Why am I brilliant all of a sudden? -JW
And you have beautiful eyes. -SH
Sherlock? -JW
Your smile makes me melt. -SH
Are you drunk? -JW
I love the way you go into doctor mode when the slightest thing goes wrong. -SH
Are you feeeling okay? -JW
I love your loyalty. -SH
I love your jumpers. -SH
I'm getting the vibe that theirs a pattern here. -JW
I love your strange obsession with jam. -SH
I love your nightmares. -SH
I love your voice. -JW
Seriously Sherlock, what has gotten into you? -JW
I love the way you hold yourself that has military writen all over it. -SH
I love your bl
White Gloves: Part Four by Watson-Locked, literature
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White Gloves: Part Four
Sherlock decided from the moment that Mycroft interrupted his kiss that dinner would forever be a drag. He couldn't stop thinking about John in that perfect suit of his, looking a mix of heat and fear, and god what was so apealing about that look? Sherlock wondered what thoughts were running through John's head as Mycroft cleared his throat at the two of them.
"Sherlock, are you going to eat or stare?" Mycroft whispered, appeaing suddenly behind him and laughing placing a hand, roughly agents his shoulder.
"If it's all the same to you, I don't much feel like eating," he snapped, his eyes darting back to John, not caring what anyone else
White Gloves: Part Two by Watson-Locked, literature
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White Gloves: Part Two
Dinner was tedious. John couldn't remember the last time he used that word to describe something, but this seemed like the perfect place to start. He needed a distraction, somthing to get his mind away from Sherlock, how god damn beautiful he was. The way his pale snowy skin almost shimmered in the lighting, and his dark curls, oh he wanted to run his hands through those curls. To put it simply, Sherlock was the male version of Snow White and John seemed to find himself a huntsman.
"John, come," Sherlock directed, seating John next to him in a black satan dining chair. He leaned closer to him, thoughtfully whispering in his ear, making it
White Gloves: Part Three by Watson-Locked, literature
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White Gloves: Part Three
John wasn't surprised by the enormousness of the house and how hard it was to find Sherlock, he kept having to ask people directions the further away from the dining room he got. A helpful butler showed him the way to the third floor balcony and left shortly after the sight of Sherlock striped down to just his off colored shirt and vest with a champain glass in hand must have been unsettling for such a high-class man.
Sherlock smiled and turned towards John handing him his glass which was still sparkling as if freshly poured.
"Er Sherlock? What is all this?" With the word 'this' John guestured to the champain and Sherlock and
I hate these description thingies. It's all good and fine when I can read them in others profils, but as soon as I have to write one... So, I think I don't have to tell you that I'm a Sherlockian, that should be ovious. Unless Anderson is somewhere near you that is. If you were to meet me there would be two options. First - you find me weird and then I'm awkward and then you're awkward and then we awkward together. Second - The number of your friends has increased by +1
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BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Merlin, White Collar, Suits