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Sherlock shifted beneath the sudden warmth of the blanket, rolling onto his side and disappearing into the folds. Part of him had been worried he’d dream badly… but his mind seemed to have partitioned that off for now. Maybe when the news sunk in more, he’d have a problem. 

The pain in Dani’s ribs were keeping her awake, but she pretended not to be for John’s sake. The man killed himself enough on their behalf. But at least this time she was able to block him out. No need to share this bullshit. 

John sits on the edge of the bed, watching Dani’s monitors. If he notices she’s faking, he doesn’t show it.

Instead, he takes a sip of coffee and rests his hand on he ribs.

It glows bright and warm, like sunshine, as he takes some of the pain away from her.

He can read it on the monitors.

John takes it onto him and he can feel his own ribs begin to ache… but then the pain disappears, John dispersing it out onto the floor. One of the tiles crack because of this.

John will repair that when he has the energy to do so.

He shifts to stagger up so he can pace.

"Don’t."

A pale hand was cinched around his wrist, shrouding the man in silence. The rain continued outside, but the thunder and lightning had long since passed. John had to be keeping himself awake for other reasons. 

"Please stay. You need to rest." 

"I slept earlier. I’ll be alright. You’re the one that should be resting." John murmurs.

Unfortunately, that isn’t going to work, the hand on his hand not relinquishing.

Sighing, he settles down on the bed.

She turned gingerly onto the side that didn’t hurt, burying her face in John’s neck. She needed this right now, needed his scent and this familiar closeness. 

Bernadette was just as worried about him as he was about her and Sherlock. 

"I love you." She whispered, shifting her arm so he could feel her wrist. "You know zhat, right?" 

He presses a kiss to her forehead, holding her comfortably close. Nodding, he whispers in her ear, “Go to sleep, Dani.”

John shifts a bit to make sure nothing gets tugged or ripped out of Dani’s arm. He tugs the blanket tighter around her. 

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Fracture | hisloyalbloggerjw

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Sherlock shifted beneath the sudden warmth of the blanket, rolling onto his side and disappearing into the folds. Part of him had been worried he’d dream badly… but his mind seemed to have partitioned that off for now. Maybe when the news sunk in more, he’d have a problem. 

The pain in Dani’s ribs were keeping her awake, but she pretended not to be for John’s sake. The man killed himself enough on their behalf. But at least this time she was able to block him out. No need to share this bullshit. 

John sits on the edge of the bed, watching Dani’s monitors. If he notices she’s faking, he doesn’t show it.

Instead, he takes a sip of coffee and rests his hand on he ribs.

It glows bright and warm, like sunshine, as he takes some of the pain away from her.

He can read it on the monitors.

John takes it onto him and he can feel his own ribs begin to ache… but then the pain disappears, John dispersing it out onto the floor. One of the tiles crack because of this.

John will repair that when he has the energy to do so.

He shifts to stagger up so he can pace.

"Don’t."

A pale hand was cinched around his wrist, shrouding the man in silence. The rain continued outside, but the thunder and lightning had long since passed. John had to be keeping himself awake for other reasons. 

"Please stay. You need to rest." 

"I slept earlier. I’ll be alright. You’re the one that should be resting." John murmurs.

Unfortunately, that isn’t going to work, the hand on his hand not relinquishing.

Sighing, he settles down on the bed.

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I swear on everything that this isn’t just some stupid contest to gain followers. I’ve been wanting a new camera for ages so now I have two. I was thinking about returning/selling my old one, but I wouldn’t be getting the same amount or more than what it was originally priced. I’ve already talked to my mum about me giving it away, and she doesn’t mind. Anyway, who doesn’t like free stuff?

Here’s how this will work:

  • You do not have to follow me. I don’t want any followers that don’t actually like my blog. I do ask of you to kindly check out my blog though. If you like it cool, if not, then your loss.
  • Likes do not count for anything, only reblogs will count. You can reblog this as many times as you’d like.
  • Do not create any extra blogs or whatever, I will be looking on your archives.
  • Winner will be chosen like as if it were a raffle drawing.
  • Winner will be contacted via ask, so make sure that you have that on/open.
  • This will be over on August 21st 2014, and the winner will be announced on the 22nd.

I am doing this basically to make someone else happy and also because I accidentally deleted the other contest I was doing. Please don’t participate if you already own a Canon, but you can if you’d like I guess. I really don’t care if you live in Hogwarts, anyone is allowed to enter.

Here’s what the winner will get:

  • Canon EOS 1100D
  • Camera Cover R-F-3
  • Battery Charger LC-E10E
  • EUR AC Cable 1m
  • Battery pack LP-E10
  • Battery cover
  • Interface cable IFC-130U
  • All the disks needed.

The camera is basically brand new.

If you think this is “stupid” of me to do or anything of that sort, than just ignore it. It’s that simple.

Q. “Why would you just giveaway an expensive camera to a stranger?”

A. TO MAKE THEM HAPPY!

Q. “How do we know you aren’t bullshitting us?”

A. To make a fake contest just for followers is stupid, plus, I have a picture of me holding both the cameras :)

Good luck.

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secxndary:

I swear on everything that this isn’t just some stupid contest to gain followers. I’ve been wanting a new camera for ages so now I have two. I was thinking about returning/selling my old one, but I wouldn’t be getting the same amount or more than what it was originally priced. I’ve already talked to my mum about me giving it away, and she doesn’t mind. Anyway, who doesn’t like free stuff?
Here’s how this will work:
You do not have to follow me. I don’t want any followers that don’t actually like my blog. I do ask of you to kindly check out my blog though. If you like it cool, if not, then your loss.
Likes do not count for anything, only reblogs will count. You can reblog this as many times as you’d like.
Do not create any extra blogs or whatever, I will be looking on your archives.
Winner will be chosen like as if it were a raffle drawing.
Winner will be contacted via ask, so make sure that you have that on/open.
This will be over on August 21st 2014, and the winner will be announced on the 22nd.
I am doing this basically to make someone else happy and also because I accidentally deleted the other contest I was doing. Please don’t participate if you already own a Canon, but you can if you’d like I guess. I really don’t care if you live in Hogwarts, anyone is allowed to enter.
Here’s what the winner will get:
Canon EOS 1100D
Camera Cover R-F-3
Battery Charger LC-E10E
EUR AC Cable 1m
Battery pack LP-E10
Battery cover
Interface cable IFC-130U
All the disks needed.
The camera is basically brand new.
If you think this is “stupid” of me to do or anything of that sort, than just ignore it. It’s that simple.
Q. “Why would you just giveaway an expensive camera to a stranger?”
A. TO MAKE THEM HAPPY!
Q. “How do we know you aren’t bullshitting us?”
A. To make a fake contest just for followers is stupid, plus, I have a picture of me holding both the cameras :)
Good luck.
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(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

John stares at the picture, memorizing the torso and waist. He’s gritting his teeth. 

Feeling Sherlock start to stir, he tears up the photo and and shoves it into his bag. He’s trembling with rage as he shoves his emotions down just like the photo.

At the hand in his hair, he relaxes, the tremors leaving.

"It hasn’t been that long. You’re fine. Feel free to sleep there if you want."

He continues to work out of his book just as how he was doing before the envelope arrived. “I have some work I need to get done tonight, anyway.”

He’s hatching a plan, it slowly developing. John’s been with Sherlock long enough to think like the man. To be clever.

Sherlock looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed. He must have looked like an idiot sleeping on John’s bed instead of his.

"Are you very busy?" He almost murmured. "I would like to request of your presence in your bed for a small amount of time, if… it’s okay."

He looks at all of the make up work he has to do. But Sherlock’s murmur strikes something in him.

He puts away his work and smiles up at Sherlock, his eyes filled with a caring warmth.

"It’d be my pleasure."

He clambers onto the bed as carefully as he can, settling down. “Did you sleep alright?”

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My Heart in a Dream || (Balletlock AU) || hisloyalbloggerjw

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"Well aren’t you a clever bloke." John murmurs, shifting over in his spot. He offers Sherlock a cigarette.

"If you weren’t a brilliant dancer, I’m sure you’d have a knack for detective work."

"Was that suppose to be an insult?" It was really a weak one in his opinion yet it caused him to chuckle. "You should do better than that. And creative, I guess."

Taking a stick from John’s pack, he lit it up using John’s own lighter after he was done using it. Sherlock took a long pull before releasing it out in the air.

"I’ve been offered to do so, more than once." He answered.

"But dancing is more satisfying. Solve a crime properly and it’ll be talked about for a week in houses all over… but dance properly? All eyes will be on you for years to come." John replies.

He takes a long drag as he runs a hand over his aching shoulder.

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John is quiet for a moment, reveling in the fact that Sherlock trusts him enough. That Sherlock is letting him into his intimate life like this.

"As you wish. Just know you can stop at any time…. and… thank you for trusting me in this way."

"Alright." Sherlock breathed. "Christ. How does one do this?" It was difficult for him to start since he wasn’t one who likes to talk about himself much.

"As you know, I am never fond of sharing a room with anyone. I was always like that until someone… just like you came in to my room. His name was… Victor Trevor."

When Sherlock was finally done, he simply took a seat beside John hoping he wouldn’t get up for a while and not look at him.

"It was the same time that Jim transferred. Although, the bullying was the same before Jim arrived, the usual teasing, using of brute force… the works. Victor became involved when he saved me once.

He became my friend. Or at least I thought he was.

I was naive back then, thinking that they would remain quiet, when someone had finally interrupted. They did.

But only for a while.

Until Jim started his game. A game wherein I didn’t know that I was playing. It continued until someone became involved.

It was Victor.

And I’m afraid that his involvement was far from what it’s supposed to be.”

John doesn’t get up. Instead, he rolls onto his back and hooks his arms around Sherlock so that his room mate is being hugged to his chest.

John doesn’t say anything for the moment. He just holds him.

Just silently lets Sherlock know that John is there and he isn’t going to be leaving any time soon.

It’s not a gesture John is used to making… 

It’s a gesture made specifically for Sherlock, simply because the feelings are true.

John presses a soft kiss to his forehead before murmuring in Sherlock’s ear.

"I’m not like Victor, Sherlock. And he isn’t like me. You know why? I’m more strong willed. I’m here and I’m not leaving, even if it kills me. I’ve gone through enough shit in my life to know how to handle myself. You won’t have to worry about me like that. Because I’m not going to let a repeat happen." 

Each syllable is uttered with conviction.

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"I'm not tired."

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"You say that, and then you pass out on the couch. Then, in the morning, I have to listen to you grump about a bad back. Come on, up. Go to your own bed."

"Fine," Sherlock growled, closing his laptop and rising awkwardly to his feet. "But this doesn’t mean you win."

With that, he lurched his way down the hall to the bedroom, partly leaning against the wall for support.

The detective hadn’t slept properly in days.

He sighs, thinking, when do I ever win?

With that, he gets up and goes to the couch, flopping down to rest. He waits for Sherlock to fall asleep.

The detective’s mind reeled as he laid on the bed, turning from the case, to his annoyance with Anderson’s new-found devotion and more. 

Despite his earlier bravado, Sherlock’s thoughts began to blur, shifting sluggishly and without reason until finally submerging into silence altogether… 

John lets out a quiet breath of relief as he falls into Sherlock’s silence.

He needed this desperately, body unable to charge until Sherlock’s did. The empath sends Sherlock calming feelings on the very fringes of the man’s mind before he blacks out into nothingness.

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John seems to glow at those words.

Leaning closer, John locks his lips with Sherlock’s, as if sealing a contract. His hands shift to tangle in the man’s hair.

Waves upon waves of love, happiness, and bliss roll off of John to wash over Sherlock.

I love you.

In the midst of noises and uncertainties that inhabit his head most of the time, there’s only one that’s sure and he believes truly.

John’s words of love.

And he felt it, the rush of warmth and affection coming from the man, covering him with him. It brought the promise of happiness with him, just like the other emotion that John managed to stir within him, his capability to love. He thought he never knew it was possible.

Yet he does. He loves John. Truly. With all his heart.

It was strong enough to chase everything, especially the moment he left him once. Too strong that he doesn’t worry anymore and he smiles at John.

He returned the kiss with a promise of tomorrow.

The air shifts around them, sparks flying as the mood changes a bit.

John deepens the kiss and moves his arms down so he’s hugging Sherlock right up against his body.

His lips find their way to Sherlock’s neck and he nips and licks and kisses before moving right back to Sherlock’s lips again.

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

John’s leg moves between Sherlock’s legs.

Realizing what John’s body is trying to insinuate, he immediately retracts, breaking the kiss and the hold.

He moves his leg back and John turns his back to Sherlock, face red.

Embarrassment over the lack of self control rolls off his shoulders like a fog.

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She frowned in disappointment, but let him go. Sherlock had indeed curled in on himself a bit against the chill of the hospital.

But John was ultimately right, Sherlock needed to take better care of himself.

"Get von for you too, it’s cold in heah."

"I’m wearing a jumper. I’m alright. Go to sleep." With that, John disappears out the door.

It’s a while before he comes back.

John stops in the bathroom to take a breather. Thank Gods it’s a single stall.

Door locked, he splashes water on his face, trying to ignore the pounding radiating throughout his skull.

Without the waves of emotions, he’d probably think he had a concussion. But now it’s getting worse.

He shuts off the lights in the bathroom and wait patiently for the cluster headache to pass.

~

John returns with a blanket for Sherlock, and an extra one for Dani. 

He has very shitty, but strong coffee to keep himself awake.

Sherlock shifted beneath the sudden warmth of the blanket, rolling onto his side and disappearing into the folds. Part of him had been worried he’d dream badly… but his mind seemed to have partitioned that off for now. Maybe when the news sunk in more, he’d have a problem. 

The pain in Dani’s ribs were keeping her awake, but she pretended not to be for John’s sake. The man killed himself enough on their behalf. But at least this time she was able to block him out. No need to share this bullshit. 

John sits on the edge of the bed, watching Dani’s monitors. If he notices she’s faking, he doesn’t show it.

Instead, he takes a sip of coffee and rests his hand on he ribs.

It glows bright and warm, like sunshine, as he takes some of the pain away from her.

He can read it on the monitors.

John takes it onto him and he can feel his own ribs begin to ache… but then the pain disappears, John dispersing it out onto the floor. One of the tiles crack because of this.

John will repair that when he has the energy to do so.

He shifts to stagger up so he can pace.

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Across Life and Death || Winglock || hisloyalbloggerjw

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"Shut up and go to sleep. Let me work." He murmurs, eyes focused on checking Sherlock all over to make sure the man isn’t injured.

Taking some towels from Mrs. Hudson, he dries the man off, working at Sherlock’s hair first.

From there, with Mrs. Hudson’s help, he gets Sherlock undressed and in drier clothes.

Then, John gently dries Sherlock’s wings, being incredibly careful.

Sherlock was too tired to move nor wake at all. The only evidence that he was alive was his chest rising and falling as he slept.

He murmured John’s name in his sleep and the words “safe” alongside with it.

Mrs. Hudson brought scones and a glass of hot mil, apologizing to John that it was the only food she could manage at the time. And again, moving to and fro, bringing a blanket for the both of them.

"So you’re John Watson, am I right my dear?" The old landlady gave him a pat on the shoulder. "You two should rest for now. Don’t worry, you’re safe here." She gave her motherly smile before closing the door, barricading with some insignia in order for the other angels not to sense Sherlock.

John doesn’t rest. 

He goes into watch dog mode.

Picking up his blanket, he drapes it on top of Sherlock’s, keeping the angel warm.

John unbuttons his shirt, and hangs it up near the fireplace to dry.

The gauze wrapped around his torso from an old wound reopening, is pink. His leg aches too much to the point where he can’t pace.

John decides to sit next to the fire to try and dry.

Resting his head against the brick of the mantle, he falls asleep without his permission, still in that tense guardian position.

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