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Chaotic Impressions - Chapter 1 [Johnlock Fanfic]John hadn’t been to London for years, but if he was to be quite honest, he didn’t miss the hustle and bustle of it all. He had caught several buses and then took the tube, now he was walking the rest of the way to his new school. It was his first year at Weirdsister College, and he was both scared and excited. He had done quite well at Camelot Academy, which was part of the reason why he got his scholarship to Weirdsister, but he also had a ‘gift’. He had discovered in his second to last year at school, that he could bring pictures to life with his mind. It had happened one day when he was rather angry at one of his classmates; he had accidentally set a miniature wyvern on the other boy, after he’d sketched one in the back of his potions book. He’d almost been expelled, until the headmaster realised that John hadn’t meant to do it. After that, his headmaster urged him to mention his talent in his application for Weirdsister College; he said it&
(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]For the remaining nights of the full moon, John and Vistha camped in the witches’ cave, while Sherlock and Aela spent their nights in the mountains. They believed it would be the safest thing to do.
John kicked what appeared to be rat bones against the cave wall.
“This place is disgusting.” He said.
“The Glenmoril witches don’t care much for hygiene.” Vistha remarked, clearing a space for him to sit by the fire.
They’d prepared a fire after collecting firewood from outside. The small, flickering fire gave the dank cave an orange glow.
“How did you and Sherlock meet?” Vistha asked.
“We met in prison.” John poked a stick in fire, shifting one of the logs. “We escaped together. I think he’d known exactly how to escape for a long time, but he just didn’t know what he’d do on the outside.”
“So you escaped and came to the college?” Vistha inquired.
“Yes. I saw him transform not l
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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