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Corpses are only entertaining in passing.
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- Part 1 of Bits and Bobs
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Bury My Brain at Baker Street by nonphenomenaut
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
24 Nov 2016
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In the wake of Moriarty's unveiling, John Watson must traverse the pitfalls of friendship (while on the hunt for a killer) and learn just what lengths he'll have to go through to have Sherlock Holmes as a partner.
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Sherlock swallowed. "This case is important to me, John. It comes first.""I know."
"You will not interfere with my feelings on it. Just as it will not interfere with my feelings about you. These things are to remain separate within me. You have to understand that."
"I do. I understand."
They were an inch apart now, building heat in each other's eyes. Sherlock's blazed with pale fire, while John's roiled dark like the sulfur vents at the bottom of the sea. They lived as two things purely elemental, opposite and true.
"And you will still have me?"
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Dancing in the Void [Under construction] by Popsiii
Fandoms: Hollow Knight (Video Games)
26 Sep 2023
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You looked at your opposition, cladded in black armor with eyes that shone like the moon; two massive blades on his person, one drawn while the other rested behind his back. The warrior's words held something far beyond power, but a promise.
The winds howled as both warriors stood on peaks, carved from battles that waged on from within the Abyss. The biological offshoots under the onyx plating that waved like trees vs artificial clothing that whipped and whirled from the force of their own weapon.
You gripped the War Arrangement Fan adhered to the back of your sash, seals glowing from the power of your hold. You didn’t see the point anymore, this needless violence. Everyone had passed already, either by a blade or by natural causes. You didn’t want to but…
You sent out a glare that could make an army freeze, the hatred you held for this entity far exceeded any other type of grudge. You spoke calmly, voice carrying like the wind, weaving through currents and landing with the force of a maelstrom.
“I will kill you.”
This fic is going to be re-constructed, planning on revising the protag, along with some plot points.
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When the Chesapeake Reaper's sounders become painfully beautiful tableaux exposing the deep heartache of the killer, the psychopath title can’t apply anymore. Worst than that, Will can’t escape the deep feeling ingrained in those scenes and the memories they bring forward.
In this time of personal and sentimental tumult, Hannibal becomes his confidant, the recipient of those thoughts. Unbeknown to him, he is also the muse of the painting bringing forward those reminiscences, and thus they fall in a bittersweet vicious circle.