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Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4He was lying in a hospital bed. A machine next to him measured his heart rate, which was going slightly faster than usual. A tube attached to his wrist was feeding him nutrients.
And right at his bedside? Holding his hand with an expression of pure ecstasy?
“John…” Sherlock croaked.
Kind, brave, wonderful, brilliant, amazing, John in all his jumper-wearing glory.
The fact that John looked like he hadn't had a proper meal, or a good night rest; both things he nagged Sherlock to do; in a month didn't bother him,
What was important was that John was alive.
Sherlock then tried to hug John. But his limbs were like spaghetti from lack of movement. But John knew what Sherlock wanted and pulled him into an embrace. Sherlock gripped John as tightly as he could. He also shook with light sobs.
The hug didn't last long. John had raised Sherlock’s bed so he could sit up.
“You don’t remember what happened?” John asked
Sherlock, still shaken from the
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3Sherlock was now in front of John’s grave. He didn't need to look at the gravestone. But he knew.
He just didn't know if you got to say goodbye. Not a grunt of acknowledgement. But a proper goodbye. One you say to someone when you might never see them again.
He was crying. He didn't know where he was, or what time was it. All he knew, was that he was crying.
He doesn't know how long it has been. Ever since Robert visited him, time didn’t have a meaning. It rushed during cases; when he was deducing. But was always painfully slow when there should have been a ‘fantastic’ or ‘amazing’ or ‘brilliant’’. When there should have been John, a second felt like an eternity.
He heard a voice.
“Sherlock, you need to wake up!”
It was so warm, inviting. Achingly familiar.
“Please Sherlock…” the Voice continued, “it’s been almost a month. Give me a sign you are somewhere in there.
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2“What?” Sherlock all but yelled “Why didn't he tell me?”
“John said he did tell you. But you probably deleted it”
Sherlock’s anger at John vanished, John probably did tell him, but Sherlock deleted it. Why did he take that information as ‘useless’? Why? Why? Why?
Sherlock felt horror pierce through his veins.
“Why are you here?” Sherlock asked. “Why did John tell you to give me a message?”
Robert looked everywhere but at the Consulting Detective.
“Because…” Robert’s voice strained “because…”
Everything came to a screeching halt.
“What?” Sherlock’s voice was small. So so small.
“We got ambushed.” Robert explained, “He got shot, right in the heart, just as backup arrived. By the time we could get to him, nothing could be done.”
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.
“John?” Sherlock called, as he was in the middle of an experiment.
No answer. John must have left for work. Dull.
Sherlock answered the door. It was a young man, in his mid-20’s. Army. Not high rank. A Private.
“Sherlock Holmes?” the Private asked. His tone was riddled with uncertainty.
“What do you want?” Sherlock asked, “You aren't a client. Yet you are in the army and are wishing to speak to me.”
The young man cleared his throat.
“My name in Private Robert.” He said, voice strained even though he cleared it. “I have a message for you from Captain John Watson. He made me promise I tell you when I came home.”
“What?” Sherlock asked, “When did you speak to him”
“A few weeks ago.” Robert said.
“Why can’t he just tell me?” Sherlock, for a rare moment, was confused.
Robert gave a sigh, with a small laugh.
“He said you woul
What Would He Say?John’s screams awoke the soon to be married couple once again. Mary understood her future husband’s pain. She knew what a pivotal part of John’s life he was.
But neither of them could live like this.
“John, sweetie,” Mary said; one John had caught his breath, “you can’t be live like this. It’s not healthy to keep such a tight grip on the Fall. You need to move on!”
“But he died!” John whispered, “Right infront of me! How can I move on from that?!”
Mary and John had this conversation before; but now they might escalate into a fight. Mary decided it was time to pull out what she had been keeping in her proverbial back pocket.
“One question John,” Mary began; placing a hand on John’s shoulder; “w
EpilogueThere was once a knight and a sorcerer.
The sorcerer, though brilliant and highly skilled in magic, was an outcast; because of his power. To everyone, no one good could be that powerful. So the sorcerer lived alone in a shack, making spells and solving mysteries. He lived a life of contentment.
Then he came into his life. An invalid knight, home from the war due to an injury. He was the first person the sorcerer could remember that praised what he did. It felt nice…
The two of them got a flat together, which was an upgrade for the both of them. A place where he could conduct his spells, relax and where the knight could chronicle their adventures.
As they lived together, the sorcerer opinion of the knight grew. The knight was ordinary, romanticized their adventures; needed those dull things like food and sleep.
He was also the most extraordinary person the sorcerer had ever met.
Their adventures led them all over their kingdom. The sorcerer felt like he was happy for the f
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 4 – What the Future Holds
After the conference, the entire Order, members that survived the missions, sans a few Irregulars; who were partying on their own; and Director; who was ostracized for her threats, were having one last get together. They got the one thing that they all loved, pizza.
With the Order disbanded, they might not see each other as regularly. They made a promise to meet up. Almost all of them made that promise. Even Sherlock promised to join from time to time. Only Melody said she couldn’t do it.
“I need to head home, my family ought to be worried sick about me”
“You didn’t tell them?” John said, “You were eighteen when we met! You ran away?”
“It’s…complicated” Melody stammered, before grabbing a slice of pepperoni, Canadian bacon, and anchovy.
They ate in almost silence, with a bit of chattering. When the pizza was finished, a cake wheeled in. Chocolate buttercream
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 3 – Of Agents, an Officer and an Irregular
Soon, the day of the conference approached. John, Sophia, Sherlock, Melody and Lestrade were getting ready, reporters from all over waiting to get the scoop. Wanting to report on the Return of the Reichenbach hero. Pity that Kitty Reily lost her job as a reporter, once word got out that she reported false information out of spite; she lost all credibility. She could never get a job as a reporter ever again. I heard she makes a mean mochachino, though.
“Come on you guys” Sophia said, wheeling ahead of them, “we have a press conference to attend”
The press conference went as well. The focus was split between the Order and the return of Sherlock Holmes. The questions were either open, or given to one of the people present…
“Detective Inspector, how did come in contact with the Order? “
“Whoever started the Order contacted my via text,“ Lestrade replied “I
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 2 – Mycroft’s Offer
The days passed as Sherlock and Sophia healed. Soon, Sherlock could leave. Sophia needed to stay for a little while longer, they needed to check her spine and she needed to get a proper wheelchair. When she got this news, Sophia sighed.
“Looks like I’ll need to sell my motorcycle” she said, she was going to miss it.
Sherlock and John assisted in advertising Sophia’s bike. It was soon sold to a nice young woman named Alexis.
Sophia also looked at some places she could live, places that were wheelchair friendly.
A few days later, Sophia was testing her wheelchair, then she would go and find a place to stay while she searched for a house. When Mycroft; of all people; walked in.
“Hello, Miss Jane” he said walking over to her.
Sophia turned away and wheeled to a window.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To help you,” he replied, “you saved my brother. I can help you, you
Life's Joy- (Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader) 
“B-but daddy, p-please, we need you to protect u-us what if the t-t-titan c-c-comes and e-eats us?” Levi demounts his horse, ushering for his concerned counterparts to move on ahead. “Aunt Hanji” tries to send words of encouragement from afar, but Levi’s glare was enough to sew her lips shut. His eyes trail over to Isabel, thousands of curses aiming at the sky when he saw his daughter’s tear laden eyes.
He used not care so much until he had a little girl to take care of. One who’s eyes held the wonders of the world, one who’s heart was as innocent as the bud of a rose. He crouches in front of her trembling body, concentrating on the way she picked at her nails.
Just like her mother.
Speaking of that, you were a little ways behind the two, your arms folded. Actually you were still quite bitter about Levi getting Erwin to forbid you from the expedition, so you were even more so
Parent AU: Actor!Levi x Singer!Reader II
"Papa, Papa look! Mama's on TV!"
Levi was currently coming from the kitchen when he over heard his son excitedly mention his mother on the large flat screen TV. He looked, noticing that you were presented on the TV show: Dancing with the Stars. Levi growled as you were dancing swing with the man who was presented as Reiner Braun who was famous for his appearances on dance movies and such. Levi continued to glare at the TV, watching as you had a smile on your face and Reiner was holding your body so freely. Eren looked away from the screen to look at his father, feeling the dark aura in the air.
"Horseface! Papa is getting angry again!"
"Young Master, I thought I told you to stop calling me that.."
"Hurry and get Papa some tea! I think he's going to blow!"
Jean sighed as scurried over to the kitchen, immediately making Levi's tea to help him calm down his nerves. Eren looked at the TV again, noticing that you and Reiner got a pretty high score for the dance per
Body swap? (Modern!AU) Levi x Reader x Eren (Pt 1)
Saying that I was frightened was an understatement. No, I was more terrified than anything. Hanji was backed into a corner and holding a broom to fend him off while he glowered- no glared at her. Boy, if looks could kill, Hanji would be a pile of ashes right now.
Am I confusing you? Sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself at times... here, let me start off at the beginning, before all this happened:
~Earlier that day~
I sighed as I was making coffee for my... boss. God, it was so weird calling the guy that; he's only a couple years older than me. Yet, he's one of the best working men in this entire business.
And then there's me, fresh out of college, and instead of going out and getting a kickass job somewhere, I am an assistant at Titan enterprises, working under Levi Ackerman. I can't complain though, as crappy as this job can be, doing all of Levi's orders, I get paid... a lot. Enough for my girlfriend, (f/n) and I to live in this amazing apartment. No, not any apa
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Frere Jacques
"Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong~!" you sang.
You were at your room, jumping on your bed as you sang ones more.
"Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong~!"
"Poppet?" the door opened as you saw Oliver, Matthieu and Allen enter. Francois was behind them.
"Who taught you that song?" Allen asked.
"No one~! I heard uncle Francois sing this song while he's at shower~!" you replied.
Oliver ran towards you and hugged you, telling how you sang so cute.
Matthieu and Allen looked at Francois, waiting for his responds.
Please, Just Hold Me (Loki x Reader)"Loki..." You murmured, hugging the pillow like a surrogate teddy bear. "Please."
The room changed. At least the air did. You could feel him now, his heavy presence permeating the darkness. A warm hand pressed into your back, soothing your aching body for a moment. You laid still among your bedsheets, waiting for him to crawl in after you. Loki still hovered over your being, looking concerned under a thick mask of arrogance.
"You called?" He tilted his head, rounding the room so he could face your tear filled eyes. "My love, who has hurt you?"
You tried to answer before choking back a sob, dissolving into a deeper sadness. Trying to say it aloud made the pain sharper.
"Tell me his name. Tell me so I can cut his mortal string short. I'll make him feel a pain much worse than yours." Loki spoke through gritted teeth.
"Don't." You whispered with a crack in your voice. "Could you, I, I just need you to hold me."
He finally got into the bed, his armor disappearing out of necessity. He
Japan x Reader - Stolen Kiss
“ And if I kiss you, darling
Please don't be alarmed” – New York, Ed Sheeran
[f/n] tried not sneezing again, rubbing the used tissue furiously over her nose before reaching out to scoop another one from the already empting box (it was amazing how she managed to finish those in record time, she would enter Guinness records one of these days with the right amount of bad luck and one of the nasty colds she always seemed to attract). The hard process of moving around while having the flu and the fact that she was buried by no less than three blankets made it very difficult to reach for the tissues that were calmly resting on the little table next to her bed.
Just one more inch…
It wasn’t surprising in any way when the girl felt herself losing the support offered by her mattress and rolling on the cold ground, becoming a mess of covers, pajamas, used socks and a tennis shoe that shouldn’t even be there (God, how she needed to clean up her ro
Prussia x Reader | I Wasn't That Drunk
"Uuuuuugh." Gilbert groaned at the brilliant golden light seeping through the curtains of his otherwise dark room. The light... it irritated his hung-over mind. He rolled over, trying to escape the bright source of illumination. The pounding in his head hurt badly.
Fed up with the consistent, painful pounding, the platinum blonde opened his eyes then sat up.... or at least tried to. The movement spun his view, upsetting his hung-over mind even more. "Gaaaaah...." He clutched his head in his pale hands.
He swung his legs over the edge, slowly, and looked around. A glass of water and pill(s) sat on his nightstand.
The pill(s) arched through the air, then free fell into his mouth. Water washing it down a moment later. He set the glass back down with a thunk, and very slowly stood, rea
Broken (Levi X Reader)The loud sound of pounding footsteps approached you. Of course, you decided to ignore it, since it was probably Jean chasing Eren or the other way around. But you were curious when a shrill voice called out your name. "H-HEY! SQUAD LEADER(f/n)! H-HELP, H-HURRY!" You stopped in your tracks, then turned to see Hanji running towards you. She stopped in front of you and doubled over, her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. "You... You're Shorty's girlfriend, r-right?" She said, panting in between words.
"Yes...?" You said, drawing out the word as you stared down at the woman.
"He... Oh God that was a lot of running... He's not doing good." She said, standing back up. She ran a hand through her hair and looked down at you with a worried expression.
Your eyes widened. "Why, is he sick or something?" You asked.
"No, no, it's not that..." She said, setting her hands on her hips, still panting a bit from her run. "He just seems pissed."
Your concerned posture slackened. "He's always pi
2P!America x Child!Reader - Tic Ticci
"Al~! Can you take me outside for ice cream?" you asked.
"You already had your ice cream." Allen responded as he changes the t.v channel.
"Daddy said that I can get another one~!"
"You can say all the please cuz I ain't going out to get you ice cream."
"Fine!" you pouted.
"Good girl!" Allen smiled as he ruffled your hair.
It's only an hour after Allen told you that he can't bring you outside for ice cream but you didn't give up.
You stood behind the couch that Allen was sitting on. That's when you started annoying him.
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..." you said, smiling.
~~~Five minutes later~~~
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..."
"Ticci... Tic... Tic..." you raised your arms up, "TWITCH!"
"Fine! I'll bring you out to get ice cream!" Allen blurted.
"Just. Don't. Do. That. Ever. Again."
You happily nodded.
The TruthIroh wrung the wet cloth and gently mopped his nephew's forehead. It has been a few hours since Zuko had collapsed, and Iroh has not left his side since.
Now Zuko hasn't awoken for a while which worried Iroh. But Iroh still stayed by his side, mopping the Prince's forehead.
Iroh didn't notice Zuko groaning at first, but he did soon after. Iroh soon saw Zuko move his head, moaning in possible discomfort.
"Zuko " Iroh said in concern for his nephew's well being
Zuko opened his eyes slowly.
"Zuko, how are you feeling?"
Zuko tried to get up, but Iroh gently pushed him down, but Zuko was still as stubborn as a donkey-horse
Iroh's eyes widened, he didn't know if it was the fever, or if Zuko knowingly acknowledged Iroh as his father, but then it would mean the fever melted the lies Ozai made.
Iroh was always fond of Ursa, especially after his own wife, Jasmine, died giving birth to Lu Ten.
Iroh didn't realize his true feelings for Ursa until Ozai was called away on d
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