A character study of Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel at the closing of season 2 of Glee. Mentions of Klaine, Finchel and Faberry (sort of.)
They all have their realities, they all have their places they are going. Sometimes it feels like they are just spinning around in circles in this town, moving and dancing around one another and distracting themselves from the true futility of their lives.
In the months following Sherlock’s fall, Molly finds something of the consulting detective’s that tells her just how much Sherlock needs his best friend back.
Molly found Sherlock asleep, sprawled out on the tattered couch. “About time,” she said to herself. He hadn’t slept in three days, and she had been starting to worry if he was going to have hallucinations any time soon.
But no, there he was, thin chest rising up and down slowly, curls limp and straggly over his pale forehead. His ribs were clearly visible through the thin blue of his shirt, and her heart ached for him.
One of his hands – beautiful hands, violinist’s hands – was hanging over the edge of the couch, fingers tapered gently. The crescents of his nails were still perfectly clean. After all…this, he still hated having dirt under his fingernails. It was a surprisingly girlish trait of Sherlock’s that had surprised Molly.
A lot of things about Sherlock had surprised her recently.
On the floor, underneath his hand, was a sheet of paper. The way his hand was angled and the paper had fallen, he’d been holding it as he went to sleep, and it had dropped from his fingers, fluttering to the ground.
Molly did her best to walk quietly across the creaky wooden floor. It made some protesting noises under her light footsteps, but Molly had always been good at being silent. She picked up the paper, feeling a little thread of guilt down her spine.
What was on it made her mouth twist to the side with sadness, and her throat tighten.
Sherlock had drawn a picture of John.
She looked back down at the ground, and there was a pencil lying just on the edge of the rug as well. She hadn’t noticed that before.
Her attention went back to the picture.
It was a very, very good likeness, and it showed obvious understanding of artistic technique – there was John’s nose with its rounded tip, and his slightly pursed mouth, and the lines under his eyes. It was rough and quickly done, and the lines were scratchy and hasty, particularly around the neck and hair.
It felt oddly intimate, like she was trespassing, looking at something private of Sherlock’s that she was never meant to see. Molly dropped the paper to the ground and turned around, her fist at her mouth.
In the throes of sleep-deprivation and loneliness, Sherlock Holmes had picked up a pencil and put it to paper and drawn a sketch of the person he missed most in the world. With John’s face burning behind his eyes, he had finally dropped into sleep, holding the paper between those thin, delicate fingers and…
Oh gosh, he really does love him, Molly thought to herself. This all felt wrong. She couldn’t help Sherlock with this kind of pain. He could only suffer it himself, deep inside. Maybe the picture had been Sherlock’s way of drawing it out, bringing John back from the memories inside that elusive mind.
“Oh, Sherlock, Sherlock,” Molly whispered.
She left the room with sadness in her heart and the feeling of uselessness she was so accustomed to swollen greater inside her.
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Sherlock Fandom Classic Collection Pt. 1:
Excerpt from an ACD-canon Sherlock Holmes fanfiction I just started writing.
My meagre selection of fanfiction is on offer below! I work mainly in romantic little ficlets, nothing epic or majorly exciting, but I hope you like it anyway. If you want to read more of my writing there’s a whole bunch of original stuff on my deviantArt account which includes a crapload of poetry and a bit of amateur art.
Summary: Kira died. Light Yagami woke up. It’s a hellish, confusing afterlife, in which the great Kira is forced to work like a common slave. And then there’s L. Very mild LightxL, swearing, violence.
Author’s notes: A LightxL post-anime fic I never got around to doing more than the first chapter on.
Summary: 15 years after NW. Everyone expects Young Sam to end up with pretty red-head werewolf, Ginger, daughter of Carrot, some day. Everyone expects him to be the next Vetinari’s terrier. He’s only fifteen, he doesn’t know what he wants. Kinda abstract.
Summary: Random-word-inspired 100-word drabbles. Mostly Watch-centric, quite fluffy ; Vimes, Angua, Carrot, Sybil, Susan, Granny WW and so on. Rated for adult themes. Please read & review.
Summary: Yep, another iPod shuffle meme. Features Carcer/Teatime, Polly and Maladicta, Victor Townsend, Lord Hong, Vimes, Carrot and Angua, Hex trying to figure out love and a bad taste in music.
Final Fantasy 7
Summary: Zack’s always been a master of misleading innuendo. Cloud/Zack friendship, unrequited Kunsel/Zack.
Summary: Sometimes Cloud closes his eyes, and he remembers. Sometimes Zack joins him. It always hurts. Cloud/Zack, a drabble set after the events of the original game.
Summary: Cloud Strife is tired, and his broken memories are plaguing him. Ficlet, set in original game.
Summary: “Hell, I’ll always be here, Vince.” Unashamed Valenwind fluff. Rated for Cid’s swearing.
Summary: It’s just another day for Cid Highwind, until Vincent finally decides to speak. Overgrown drabble. Mild Valenwind. T for Cid’s swearing.
Summary: The first time Blaine says it, Kurt has a mouthful of hot coffee and he almost chokes on it. Very spoiler-y for season 2 finale, and a smidge of swearing.
Summary: Child!Brittana. Brittany wonders about hearts and Santana and the other things that are a part of her.
Summary: Brittany remembers when Santana didn’t care so much about outsides. Artie wishes they could talk about something else. Bartie, implied Brittana.
Author’s notes: A sequel to Insides.
Summary: A scientist and his student, passing the time with research and innuendo. Short fluffy snippets of Zero and Newton’s life together, pre Giratina movie. Antipodeanshipping. T, but nothing explicit.
Author’s notes: I’m not a Pokemon fan in general, but I do have a big love for the most obscure pairing in the fandom, AntipodeanShipping. So I wrote this series of little ficlets about Newton Graceland and Zero, two characters from the…eleventh Pokemon movie?
Summary: Moments of Newton and Zero’s life pre-Giratina and the Sky Warrior.
Summary: Sherlock analyses John’s feelings for him and is infuriatingly accurate. Mild John/Sherlock slash, a tad of swearing.
Summary: Everything and everyone must come to an end. John Watson knew that better than anyone. But for some reason, he’d never really thought about the end of Sherlock.
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I think it could be really awesome, or even just fun to write. I’ve got a plot, I’ve got OCs that fit into the plot, I’ve got ideas for dialogue and scenes and I just really want to write it.
Problem is, it revolves around one of the most obscure Pokemon ships there are.
So noone will really read it.
But I think I might write it anyway.
Sometimes, when Sherlock closes his eyes and just listens to his brain which wouldn’t stop thinking, he sees something.
Of course he’s still at home… But he’s at home here and at home then.
This. Is. Amazing.
You win everything.
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They’re all brilliant. My previous experience of AUs is that they’re usually crap and out of character, but Brittana authors do themselves proud with these.
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I finally decided to see what the hell all the fuss was about.
And then I kind of got addicted.
And kind of fell in love with every single one of her OCs.
And now I’m kind of sitting here feeling lost and sad and craving more.