Broken Glass, Broken Bonds - A Seblaine fic by moonpiefsn, literature
Literature
Broken Glass, Broken Bonds - A Seblaine fic
Blaine's fingers lingered over the sleek glass of his smart phone. One hand rested cautiously over the phone, the over gripping the seat of the leather chair he sat in.
It had been an hour since Sebastian had canceled their planned dinner date, and he was worried. He couldn't help but be. Blaine knew about his boyfriend's family issues and occasional to moderate stress, so his worries were that much greater.
He remembered the texts that had been exchanged. Only three.
no dinner tonight. sorry.
what? whats wrong sebastian?
nothing. cant come. busy.
Of course he was worried. He didn't want to seem clingy, which was why he hesitated to mak
~Chapter 3
"So where are we going, exactly?" Sherlock questioned, one hand holding tightly to the TARDIS mechanism.
The Doctor pushed a few buttons and pulled a few levers. Sherlock had a good feeling he didn't know a bit of what he was doing.
The Doctor flashed an excited eye at Sherlock.
"I don't believe you've seen Castrovalva yet. Lovely planet, I'd like to take a quick trip there."
The TARDIS blinked and flashed, and then began to move. Sherlock noticed the rough turbulence, and tightened his grip.
"Doctor!"
"Working on it!"
Sherlock could only brace himself as they crashed through who knew what spacetime universe. It was a rel
Chapter 2
Sherlock is dead.
It was true but it couldn't be. That didn't happen to him.
He's gone. You'll never see him again. Suck it up, damn it.
One did not simply get over Sherlock Holmes.
But you have to. You can't waste your life away on something that isn't going to happen.
He could be alive.
Listen to yourself John.
No. It's possible I know it.
John.
"John."
John Watson snapped out of his daydream, and looked up to see his psychologist looking at him with worried eyes.
"Y-Yes?"
"John, you're lack of engagement is understandable, but it's been a month. This isn't good for your well-being."
The psychologist said, leaning ov
Chapter 1
Sherlock Holmes stood in the middle of nowhere.
Not in the form of the expression, for Sherlock never used expressions in a serious matter. No, he stood in nothing but white. No sky, earth or walls to look at.
It was complete and utter nothing.
The only thing that could be related to earth was the icy wind that blew into Sherlock's face and stuck to his eyelashes
. There were no trees for it to blow leaves from, or balloons to free from the hands of small children, but still it was there and it chilled Sherlock to the bone. Once it blew his scarf into his face, and he hurriedly adjusted the blue fabric around the peaks of his c
Prologue
A young boy sat in a schoolyard.
His class had long since gone inside, but the boy was hiding because he didn’t want to leave just yet. These were the best times for the boy, when he was left alone to his thoughts.
The wind was at a lull, but it swept through the air, chilling the boy’s bones and causing the rusty metal chain of the swing that he sat on to creak ominously. His name was Sherlock Holmes, and he was eight years old.
Sherlock Bent down to fix his sock which had fallen down his ankle.
He hated the school uniforms. So stiff and perfectly pressed. He hated school and everyone in it. Alone was what Sherlock
So apparently Kankri had used his high tech smart phone to phone Mister Slick and Mrs. Paint, their adoptive parents. They had been driving in the area, and found us here. But it was still a bit surprising to see Karkat's parents, of all people.
When Mrs. Paint was hugging Karkat, I couldn't help but smile.
She seemed like a nice lady. Unlike Karkat's dad, a tall menacing looking guy in a black trench coat. The group had moved up to the science fiction section, and Eridan said to leave Karkat where he was.
And when he stumbled in, shirtless and limping, I couldn't help but give him a little scare.
"How the hell did you get here, mom?"
Karkat
Its not the first time that I've heard someone cry out in pain. When me and Dave were in middle school, we were climbing trees and Dave fell and fractured his arm in three places. I was the one to get his mom. But this was a different kind of pain.
So when I heard the scream and saw Karkat fall with an arrow sticking out of his left shoulder, I only had one instinct.
Help.
I ran to Karkat's side. He was writhing in pain, holding his shoulder with his good arm. Kankri knelt down next to me. But instead of consoling Karkat, he went straight for the wound. The next thought that hit me was where the fuck did that arrow come from. That's when I
"Who's this, Karkat?"
I said, standing next to him. The newcomer had red hair like Karkat's, and a similar build, albeit a few inches taller. Even though the guy looked like he was in his late twenties, I noticed how similar he looked to Karkat.
Karkat growled and snatched the taller man by the collar of his MILITARY t-shirt
"How the fuck did you find me?" He snapped, mere inches from the mans face.
The man was unfazed by this sudden turn of events, and he indignantly pulled a smart phone from his pocket.
"GPS, brother. It's the latest in Global Positioning System technology. If you'd like I can send you-"
"Don't.Bother."
I registered
[HS] Like None Other- Chapter 3 by moonpiefsn, literature
Literature
[HS] Like None Other- Chapter 3
The trip back to the apartment was reasonably short, and as Tavros unlocked the door to his room, he felt strangely at ease. Then he remembered the twenty four year old stranger that was bunking with all of his things.
Tavros didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what he found.
His side of the room was completely untouched to Tavros's relief, but the other side was another story. There were posters of random bands on the wall, a laptop plugged into a charger in the corner, and a sleeping mat in the middle. There were multiple soda cans peppering the carpet. And right in the middle, was Gamzee.
"Sup my brother!"
Gamzee
I tend to draw stuff but most of the time it doesn't work out. I also like to watch movies and eat junk food, sometimes at the same time. As you can see, I have mad skills.
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Favourite Movies
Like. Alot.
Favourite TV Shows
Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Hannibal, The Walking Dead, Orphan Black, Orange is the New Black
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Fall Out Boy, New Polotics, Mumford and Sons, Arctic Monkeys
So before this I said that I was quitting DeviantART. This is because my old laptop broke last year, and without my own computer I don't have the motivation to upload art. But I got an old desktop, so once I get that fixed I should be using this account more often :D for now I'll still be pretty quiet but at some point I'll be active again, so stay tuned for that~
:heart: ~MOON
So before this I said that I was quitting DeviantART. This is because my old laptop broke last year, and without my own computer I don't have the motivation to upload art. But I got an old desktop, so once I get that fixed I should be using this account more often :D for now I'll still be pretty quiet but at some point I'll be active again, so stay tuned for that~
:heart: ~MOON
im kinda inactive now
i dont really post stuff here anymore, and any fanfiction here will probably never be finished. Feel free to continue them for me if you so desire, just leave a comment to let me know. I still visit deviantart sometimes to look at art but thats about it. I'm far more active on tumblr. My url is moonpiefsn.
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