Characters/ship: John ; Sherlock (johnlock)
Summary: I don't know, maybe we'll be together again - in another life (of John, of Sherlock, of love - fifty glances at fifty lives - maybe one day, they'd get it right.)
Notes: a collection of drabbles, updated whenever
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- Current Location:South of nowhere
- Current Mood:Haven't written in ages
- Current Music:Seven deadly sins - flogging molly
New fandoms = new plot bunnies.
title;; the sins of the father
prompt;; DB finds a baby dragon and raises it
character;; halycon [khajiit db]/ j'zargo /drem-askk-hind [peace-love-hope]
summary;; It felt heavy in her lap. She didn't want it. No, not now. Khajiit bore cubs, not this monstrosity. But she couldn't walk away now. The Dovah in her hummed loudly with approval as she sighed and stroked it lovingly. The sins of the father were not the sins of the child, and hope had worked miracles in the past.
notes: spoilers for Dark Brotherhood questline, kinda sorta maybe? Also, I took some freedom with how Khajiit families work and baby dragons and all that.
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- Current Location:United States, West Virginia, Ranger
- Current Mood: calm
- Current Music:Running up that hill -- Placebo
I've done some thinking and realized I've learned a lot in 22 years, but so far life has taught me some valuable lessons.
I've learned that people may come and people may go, but some people come and go in and out of your life all the time. Best friends make mistakes, and you may not always be the ideal best friends, but a real best friend is always there for you, even when no one else is. They understand your odd ways and why you act the way you do. They may not always say what you want to hear, but they tell you what you need to. They may call you names and tell you when you're acting stupid, but if someone else does it or a boy breaks your heart, they'll be right there with a shovel and several burial spots picked out in advance -- even if they don't live in the same country or continent.
I've learned that family doesn't always necessarily mean by blood, but if you're fortunate enough, you'll have two amazing parents who will stand by and support you, even when you screw up and do something dumb, and a younger brother who, regardless of your fighting, will always be the first boy who will have your back (your daddy will always be the first man). I've also learned that regardless of how tough you think you are and regardless of who you happen to be hanging out with, there will be times when all you want is mommy and daddy by your side.
And finally, I've learned that yes, soulmates do exist, and that life has a funny way of tossing you yours when you're not looking for him. You need to treat him right and show him you love him, because if you don't and take him for granted, you will lose him. And the two weeks he's gone, you'll not sleep, you'll not eat, you won't be able to stop crying because you realize what you had and you really do miss and love him and life feels absolutely wrong without him. I've also learned that if you're lucky, and you have a little faith, things will work out and you'll get him back. And if you do somehow get that chance, you better take it and show him you love him and he really does mean everything to you because losing him is like losing yourself. Forgiveness and understanding are key components to love, along with trust and honesty, and if you have that, and the patience, love is really what the poets make it out to be, and sometimes, you can have your fairytale ending.
Life only happens once, so live every day like it's your last, and cherish the people you have. You never know what will happen, but if something bad does happen, there is always going to be someone, even if it's someone you dont suspect, that will be there for you. Life's a gift, even with its ups and downs, and you should always count on tomorrow being a better day. There are no promises, or guarantees, just faith that tomorrow will always be better, even at your lowest.
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These conversations I have with you in my head make me feel retarded, but I can't help it. If you were still alive, I'd call you up on the phone and we'd have talks of god and injustice and how sometimes life isn't fair. But you're not alive and the number remains unused on my speed dial...</p>
Four years and almost three months to the day, and I still can't bring myself to remove that number from my contacts, still can't make myself delete it because in a way, it feels like I'm deleting you.
I know I don't visit your grave like I should, and I know I was the only one to not show up at your funeral (earning scorn because as "the baby and favorite, I should have been there, don't I have any respect?"), but I know you understand. You know that out of the 28, I was the one who watched you waste away for five years, I was the one who missed school and sleep and my life I should have had in high school to make sure you'd take your medicines, to talk to you when your disease hit home and you thought I was five again and missing. I was the one who sacrificed more than anyone, and I didn't want my last memory of you to be in that coffin, looking peaceful after five years of hell. Maybe I'm selfish. I wanted to remember you as you were the last day I saw you, the day before you went into your coma. You were you, the old you, and you knew me.
I still replay that last conversation in my head, and I still think about all the things I could have said, should have said.
But looking at back at those five years, I regret nothing. And everyday when I think about it, because I always think about you, your last words a constant repeat in my head, I'd take those five years of missing school, friends, life in general, and I'd put them on repeat, not your pain and suffering, but the times I got to visit you and talk to you and know that if I dialed your number at anytime, you'd be here for me. Because in the four that you've been gone, it's been hell.
I wish you were here. I wish I could hear you talk, hum, wish we could sit out on the porch like we used to in the summertime and people watch.
I miss my best friend. More than anyone can possibly imagine. So I'm stuck here, having conversations in my head with you when I need advice, and this isn't healthy, but it's all I've got. And maybe, it's just gonna have to do til we meet up again on the otherside of things. I don't believe in heaven or hell, but I sure hope there's a special place for you. You were too good of a person to deserve to just be a body six feet under the ground, a feast for the worms in your Sunday best.
Thanks for being there even when you can't be, and thanks for being that little voice of reason in my head when all else fails and the world is out of line. Thanks for everything, really.
I love you,
Your youngest granddaughter
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characters;; maddie, jacob
summary;; goodbye is hard, even when it's necessary
notes;; omfg, i can't believe i wrote this. this is crap. crap. but! surprise ending...kinda, sorta. i don't know. interpret it as you will. btw: it ain't zack's! D: surprise!
It's been a long time coming, and she knows she can't put it off any longer.
She sighs and shakes her head, gets her thoughts together and phrases her words just right before knocking on his door.
He's surprised when he sees her there, and with a grin, opens the door wide and invites her in, tells her to take a seat on the couch.
She does, and he hurries to the fridge to grab them some tea.
"What's up? Normally you ninja your way in. Are you sick?" he asks as he hands her a glass, and she forces a laugh.
"No, not really, just got a lot on my mind and didn't feel like it."
"What's the matter?"
She's quiet, instead focusing on an art magazine, flipping half-heartedly through the pages.
"You know, one of these days, you're going to be in here," she tells him before sitting it back down on the table and sighing heavily. This was turning out harder than she expected.
"Maddie, what's wrong?" he pries, and she finally lets go.
"Jacob, I'm leaving."
"But you just got here. What's going on?"
She shakes her head.
"No, I mean I'm leaving here. Leaving this town. For good. I'm cutting ties and I'm not coming back."
The words come out faster than she intended, but when he realizes what she said, he stares her down.
"I'm tired, Jacob. Tired of this place, this town. Same ol' same, same places, same names. I need something fresh, something new."
He is quiet, and for once, she's not sure what's going through his mind.
Silence falls, heavy and loud, as they stare each other down.
Years of friendship floating down the drain, they both realize, but neither one says it aloud.
"I got a deal with Zach. He's got this paranormal thing coming up, and they've invited me along to handle the tech aspects. It's basically a world-wide tour, and if it goes right, I won't have to come back. I'll make good money and have an adventure," she tells him, hoping he understands.
"We promised back in high school that we'd always be friends, that'd we'd always look out for each other and that we'd stick together, because we were the only family the other had. You're throwing that away for him?" he hisses, and her temper flares.
"You're one to talk. You fucking changed the moment that jackass Raph walked into your life," she fires back, and he turns away from her, hands shaking as he busies himself in the kitchen.
"I did not," he finally retaliates as he scrubs a tea cup.
She sighs and shakes her head as she stands.
"You did, Jake, but there's no point in arguing now. I just stopped by to tell you goodbye in person. My plane leaves in three hours," she says, fighting hard to stay in control of her emotions.
Jacob stays quiet and she takes that as her sign to leave.
She heads for the door, but stops when she feels a hand grab her wrist.
"Why now?" he asks.
She turns and gives him a sad smile.
"You know as well as I that Harpersted isn't too happy about babies born into unmarried families," she tells him, "and I've never been the marriage type. See you when I see you, Jake," she whispers as she gives him a final hug.
"Don't get into too much trouble, and make sure Raphael knows I'll be watching him. First time he ever hurts you, I'll hop the nearest damn plane and beat his ass, baby or not."
She turns and walks out the door before Jacob can say anything.
She doesn't cry until she's in her car and half-way to the airport, and Jacob and Harpersted is twenty miles behind her.
prompt: "One of these days, love, you will look at me as I do you, and on that day, I will learn to reject you.”
summary: Iris isn't gonna take it anymore, damnit.
notes: this is all hez's fault, as usual with this pairing!
Why do I do this?
To her, to myself?
Do I get some sick, twisted pleasure out of this?
Probably. But what am I supposed to do? She comes to me, crying and carrying on about how Violet did this, she said that, and she just needs an escape, and like a moron, I give in. Always.
So I hold her, and kiss her forehead, and whisper in her ear that everything will be okay, she's safe, and I'm here now. And she looks at me with those manipulative blue eyes and smiles and kisses my lips and tells me she needs to escape as she lets a hand slide its way down my stomach, sending butterflies and tingles everywhere.
And the cycle repeats.
She spends the night, and I spend every ounce of energy I can muster on her, caressing, kissing, licking, sucking every inch of her, just to hear her moan and say my name.
But it's always a soft, "Violet!" that escapes her when I make her reach her peak, and everytime, a small part of me dies on the inside while the rest reaches out, grasps for any source of sanity to hold on to.
One of these days, I'll have nothing left to hold on to, and I'm afraid what I'll do then.
Sometimes, after she's fully spent and we're lying in my bed, -- me watching her as the sun rises, and her, softly, carefully, blissfully lost somewhere only those dancing on the edge of sleep can go -- she slips and murmurs, "I love you."
To me, or to Violet, I don't know, but half-heartedly, I sure as hell hope it's me.
It's a foolish dream, but here in the sanctuary of my room, where the smell of sex and her and me and us linger in the pre-dawn lights, I can be foolish, can be unguarded.
But I'm not always a fool.
I know this can't go on for forever. One day, she'll have to choose. Maybe one day soon.
I sigh and lean down, lips barely touching the soft baby wisps of blonde as I whisper softly in her ear.
"One of these days, love, you will look at me as I do you, and on that day, I will learn to reject you.”
She sighs softly in her sleep, and I raise up and lean back against the headboard, watching the sunrise.
I ignore the lone tear sliding down my cheek.
- Current Location:here
- Current Mood: calm