Sherlock+John's Christmas II and III by Flying-With-The-Owls, literature
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Sherlock+John's Christmas II and III
A few years had passed. Sherlock woke up on Christmas morning to the sound of cars honking. Lovely. Mycroft was home from Eton, and was making Sherlock miserable by demanding attention from everyone in the neighborhood. Today would be no different, all about Mycroft. Their mother was making Mycroft's favourite breakfast, Mycroft's favourite cookies. She never did this for Sherlock, ever. She didn't like him as much as his brother, and made little to no effort to conceal this. Their relationship was strained, and as cold as the wind outside. Mycroft's return made everything worse. Sherlock went to his wardrobe and extracted the box of nicotine
Sherlock+John's Christmases Parts IV and V by Flying-With-The-Owls, literature
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Sherlock+John's Christmases Parts IV and V
Sherlock had made a living solving crime. He had moved to London, putting the past behind him. He went from flat to flat, unable to settle down. He began to consult for Scotland Yard, and made quite a lot of money, but he just wasn't happy. He had finally been diagnosed as a sociopath, and while it relieved him, it brought no closure for his bleak childhood. He lost contact with his mother and watched via the tabloids as Mycroft rose through the ranks of government. He was alive, but wasn't living.
One cold morning he was walking back to his current lodgings, out on a stroll, when he decided to get some coffee. But all of the stores were clo
Johnathan's Real Zing by Flying-With-The-Owls, literature
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Johnathan's Real Zing
It felt like an electric shock. I had seen her before, but never like this. We made eye contact in the crowd, and I felt the most extraordinary feeling ever- all of the force and sensation of an electric shock, but with the pain gone and love instead. Mavis was standing there with her father, Drac, and they looked so pale and mysterious. There was some confusion, seeing how I'm a human and my new wife and father-in-law are vampires. All of their friends are different monsters, but that's a totally different story.
Shortly after the confusion and culture shock wore off, I moved into the Hotel Transylvania, to be with all of my friends and my
Thorki: Of Course Not by Flying-With-The-Owls, literature
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Thorki: Of Course Not
"Brother." Thor's silhouette cast a large shadow in the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "Are you conscious?"
"I am not your brother." Loki wasn't asleep, he almost never slept. "I wish to be in solitude at present."
"Can we discuss this capturing Midgard nonsense like adults?" Thor rolled his eyes. He flipped the light switch in the little hotel room, the dim yellow light making Loki flinch.
"Did you not hear me, cretin? I do not require company."
"It's been a year, Loki, and you still won't acknowledge the events of New York."
"There's nothing to acknowledge. Jotuns are killers. Your kind are saviors."
"My kind? Lok