4- How to Train Your Asgardian by maleficent-angel, literature
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4- How to Train Your Asgardian
It was a bright and almost-warm day in Asgard. The sun was out, though a wind blew in from over the waters with a chilly bite to it. Thor wore his long armour, red cloak fanning before him as he made his way to a chamber where he was sure to find Loki.
His brother said -quiet often, actually- that he hated the midgardians, so fragile and mortal. But something about them must have drawn Loki to them, or at least didn't repel him as much as usual, as he spent much time watching them.
Thor strode into an orange curtained room, the windows where wide and glassless, leaving the curtains to flutter in the cold breeze. Up on a pedestal sat a great
Sherlock, dressed in a loose shirt and pants with his dressing gown stood overlooking the more shady parts of London. The old yellow light in the room made his pale skin look sickly, showing more of how he felt than the Doctor would ever know.
"I hear you've been impersonating me again" he finally said, speaking for the first time since the Doctor had arrived hours earlier.
The Doctor had thought the man had been tucked away in hid mind palace, so made himself at home with tea and some wires to fiddle around with.
"Doyle's version of you. There's a difference" he said, taking a sip of his tea before reaching for a screwdriver -not a sonic one
"well, look" the Doctor said hurriedly, hands raised in an unthreatening manner and bow tie crooked. His hair was mused and his clothes scattered.
All over the floor.
Of the queens bed chamber.
Looking back, the Doctor would see that this was a particularly stupid thing to have done, seeing as how she was to be married in a few hours.
"i.. Ah…"the Doctor continued, for once at a loss for words "...I can explain? Sort of… okay, not really" he said, bending over to pickup his long green coat and held it so it covered his … extremities.
"just look at this and I will explain everything" the doctor said, raising almost non-exist
Goodnight Sammy 2/3 by maleficent-angel, literature
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Goodnight Sammy 2/3
Dean grinned down at Sam, standing on his tip-toes to see over the barred wall of the crib.
"Hi Sammy" he said, hooking his elbows over the top of the crib and dangling his fingers in front of the infants eyes.
Sam's eyes -which Dean thought where much too large for the rest of his head- followed the movements with a bit of a lag, but he giggles anyway, grabbing hold of his toes and rocking on his back.
Dean laughs at his little brother, moving his hands away and just looking at the baby.
He had a drippy nose and he constantly slobbered everywhere. When Sam smiled, Dean could see the tiny little stumps of Sam's teeth starting to come through.
Woah, Easy Tiger 1/3 by maleficent-angel, literature
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Woah, Easy Tiger 1/3
It had been a mistake.
Dean had judged the witch wrong.
She was only sixteen, to be fair, and he hadn't thought the girl had had it in her to actually kill someone.
They had been standing in a hunting den of a massive house, easily being able to be described as a mansion. The witches father had been a hunter when he was younger -not the supernatural hunter, just a regular one- and had killed animals all over the world.
They were illegal, of course, seeing as Dean had just had a rhino horn shoved through his abdomen by the witch’s telekinesis.
He absently heard Sam calling his name -shit, Sam had just watched him get stabbed- and then a
SuperWhoLock Meetings: Lestrade and Gabriel by maleficent-angel, literature
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SuperWhoLock Meetings: Lestrade and Gabriel
Lestrade sighed deeply, rubbing his face as he blindly reached for his coffee mug, -Sherlock had actually given it to his for Christmas, though he deeply suspected John had bought it and told Sherlock to give it to him, seeing as he had received it a week before the holiday, without it being wrapped- and found in empty. Lestrade almost groaned in frustration. Today was turning out to be a horrible day.
He glanced at the man opposite him, who grinned in return. Lestrade barely restrained himself from leaning over the desk and punching him. No one, absolutely no one should be that happy at 6 o' clock on a Monday morning.
Lestrade settled for n
SuperWhoLock meetings: Sherlock, John and Jack by maleficent-angel, literature
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SuperWhoLock meetings: Sherlock, John and Jack
John dashed down the grimy alley after Sherlock, excited to see the crime scene before it was cleared (though John knew he just wanted to see the corpse before anyone moved it)
He reached the scene and ducked under the police tape, walking to where Sherlock was crouched next to a body, rifling through the man’s pockets in search for clues.
John walked around to the other side and inspected the man’s face, and listed facts as Sherlock continued his pilfering.
"Male, mid-thirties" John said, tipping the man’s head up as he looked at the bruised on the his neck
"Asphyxiated to death with hands" he continued, indicating to the