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I cannot stop cracking up at this. “I am going to hump you when I get home. HURT! I meant HURT!”
The noises that I made weren’t human
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regardless, the offer still stands
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This is my other blog, but since it’s my writing I thought I’d post it here as well.
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A John/Sherlock Fanfic.
Rating: T
Summary: A night in the rub has gone wrong, and Sherlock is completely drunk. With all of these love confessions, how will John react?
First fanfic. Please enjoy. By: K. Tanner (The-whovians-took-the-phonebox)
“God why do I ever go anywhere with you…” John…
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Ok here’s the thing… I don’t use this blog that often cuz I’ve been busy…
I have my Doctor Who, Merlin, Sherlock, Torchwood thingy going on @ http://the-whovians-took-the-phonebox.tumblr.com/ so if you get something from me… yeah please go there. But honestly?
It’s pretty awesome.
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UPDATE 2
Working on the climax and character development still. I know no one is following this yet but nonetheless wish me luck! So far I have about 7 main/supporting characters. Personalities and physical descriptions will come soon also! No spoilers of course ;)
Here we go.
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Belle, Theseus and Lucinda Part III
Belle screamed. Pain raced through her stronger than she had ever felt before. She could physically feel her life draining from her. Night had passed and morning was on the brink, but still no sign of the boy from before. All night she had searched, and now the streets were deserted, with no one to watch as she once again lost herself to powers she still didn’t know. As she wailed, through her mouth she watched as more and more shapes appeared and floated out around her. The black blobs came crawling out, and as they began to circle around her they began to sing. The most horrible yet beautiful song she had ever heard. Slowly though, as she continued her long prevailing wail, she began to realize what was happening. She was losing herself.
Belle closed her eyes as the tears began to stream down. Memories-not hers-began to rush past her eyelids. Gasping for breath she fell to her knees once more. Thoughts, flashes, feelings, all of them came passing through. She felt it all. Love, betrayal, pessimistic hope, as well as premonitions, all seemed to come by faster than the speed of any light. Her life, and other lives, ran by in a matter of seconds, and she realized again who she was. She began to smile through her sill piercing scream. As it came to an end she rose, eyes glowing, blonde hair flowing out and caressing her cheeks, she felt more powerful than she had ever been in this lifetime.
“Father! I am here again!” she cried. “I am back.”
For a moment, all was quiet. “Too late again,” the air seemed to breathe out. Cold and brisk, and full of disappointment. “Gone.”
Her purple eyes flashed, “What? No! Impossible, I just saw him. He was just there!” she yelled.
“You are too late again my child,” the air sighed around her, “He’s gone.”
“SHIT! NO. I’m not too late! Damn he was JUST HERE.” she screamed louder. Hysteric for any hope she asked, “Maybe he’s still here! Maybe You had the wrong guy. Maybe he wasn’t born yet! Or-or… Maybe he’s…” Belle’s voice cracked. She knew if he was gone that she would also… “maybe I don’t have to follow him…” she whispered quietly.
“NO.” the voice boomed. “You shall go again. No more failures my dear, you can see him again. Hush.”
Belle shook her head. “No Father, I don’t want to do this. Not again, he’s not-“
“He is.”
“But why?” she cried.
“Because you must do as I say. Because he will make you complete, and you want that don’t you? Besides, he’s changing. Through these lives he really is growing up. He’s maturing. Both of you are,” it breathed in satisfaction.
“So what now, I have to follow him into some un-Earthly future?”
”No daughter, I want you to learn to love as he has. You saw his eyes. Are those the same eyes from before? The same eyes that burned you? The same eyes that killed you?
Belle didn’t want to remember, but she did. “…no,” she admitted, “But I haven’t changed,” she added, “I’m still empty. Just like before.”
”Not empty. Just unknown, unseen. You will discover it one day; once you learn to love.”
”That crap still? Do You want me to fall for him too, just like You with Your pedophilic ways?”
”Love comes in many ways dear, maybe one life you’ll learn this also.” The ground began to shake. “The Earthly world is unstable. One cannot exist without the other. It’s time you leave the same way he did. Are you ready?”
Fear creeped up her throat, “How did he go…?” she asked in horror.
”Death by fire.”
Belle shook her head, “No, Father please!” she shouted at the air around her. “Not again! Not this way!” she pleaded louder. “NO!” she shrieked, and then she ran.
Through the streets of London she sprinted, tears left behind as she raced on. Not looking back, just trying to escape.
”I’m sorry…” she heard.
”No You’re not!” she weeped, still running.
”…I know.”
The next morning, the townspeople found a body crumpled among the alley. With her knees pulled to her chest, they discovered the burt body of a girl. A child, about the age of 16, small, frail, and although her body was burnt and frayed, her eyes still remained. Purple eyes, deep, large and haunting, staring into what seemed like forever. Looking into what some might call hell itself. Really though, she was only looking into her future, awaiting the day in which she would once again return. Awaiting the day when she would finally find him.
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UPDATE
I edited the first part a bit since it was a it rushed, and I’m hoping to do some for the second. LMK (let me know) if you have and suggestions or ideas. Thanks ;)
-Carii
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Belle, Theseus and Lucinda Part II
“Oi! Boy! Get the cannon ready, will you?”
“Yessir” cried Theseus as he ran towards the stairs. This was his favorite part of the play. He loved holding so much power and so much strength at his hands. Launching the cannon was his expertise. And he completely and absolutely loved it.
Lucinda, as always, followed close behind him.
Theseus began to climb up the stairs, hurriedly as he went to the balcony up top. He was unfortunately late this afternoon on the launching, and as he was heading up, for some reason, he began to think of that girl. The way she ran through the streets as she screamed, and the horror on her face as she cried. Belle, he thought.
Through all of his thinking Theseus made a horrible mistake. Hastily he arrived at the cannon, and as he threw in the gunpowder he paid little attention to how much; the girl from that morning had completely preoccupied his mind. Lucinda, who never really was the best at paying attention, took no notice on his work, and instead mocked the humans, as she usually did. “Hey! You see that bloke down there? Doesn’t the size of his nose just make you want to punch him? And you see that women over there? There’s a reason people make girdles lady!” she shouted.
Theseus smiled at his Angel as he loaded his cannon. He took aim as usual and looked at Lucinda. “You know, I’ve been thinking about that girl… you know from this morning?” he started. Lucinda turned around and began to talk over him.
“And you were wondering who she was, what she does, why she was there, and why she was screaming?”
“And it just makes you wonder who she really was, you know? I mean what does she do, why was she there? And what horrible, horrible, thing had made me cry like that?”
“Ugh, you humans are so predictable. Personally I would be wondering why she was followed by so many Daemons. I mean, it’s almost like they came to her on purpose this time, usually it’s just random. But…” Lucinda went on, lost in thought. “But… if it wasn’t random… then maybe she’s…” her eyes went wide, “Maybe she’s Him. Oh my God in Heaven, it’s Him. Theseus, we have to go, NOW.”
But the lad paid no attention as he readied his precious cannon. “Ah well, maybe one day I’ll know,” he smiled, “if I ever want to that is.” He looked over at his Angel once more to flash his grin, when he saw the look of fear across his face. “Angel…?” he began, when all of a sudden *BOOM*.
The cannon broke lose, just as he lost his aim.
At first, nothing much seemed to happen. But all of a sudden lights flashed through, flames of gold lifted towards Heaven, and the roof caught fire. People began to scream, and in the panic Theseus also began to run, with Lucinda racing after him.
“No no no no no. This can’t happen. This isn’t allowed to happen. I can’t, I mean I didn’t… He didn’t… it was her, I mean Him, who took us off track. The rumors were true. He exists. Oh my God isn’t going to believe this.” Lucinda rambled on as Theseus ran faster. But it wasn’t fast enough.
He screamed out in pain as the flames grabbed him. He was complete engulfed into them. No way out, and no way of survival. Theseus looked back at his angel and began to cry. His tears were almost hotter than the air around him and he cried out, “Please, please Angel, just take me with you when I…” he began to cough from the smoke in his lungs, “when I’m…” he tried but began to choke again, “…goodbye” he sobbed as his flesh began to slowly melt around him. “Thanks…” he said with his dying breath. And all Lucinda could do was watch as her own responsibility, and her only friend, died at her hands. For the first time in this life time, Lucinda cried.
Belle, Theseus and Lucinda Part I
Year: 1613
Belle began to run, faster than she ever knew possible. He blonde hair ruffled in her eyes, and as her tears fell faster her eyes grew wild with fear and pain. She ran as quick as she could, and without stopping for breath she started making sharp turns, trying to lose her hunters.
But it was useless; it seemed like the faster she ran the more they came. All around her black shapes took form. The shadows shaped themselves into blobs of darkness and spots of gray. Her eyes couldn’t pinpoint one, however, since they moved around her in rapid speed with no direction. They engulfed her in their presence as she raced forward. He body began to shake.
Through the streets of London she screamed. Those passing by couldn’t see what she did, and simply walked by. After all, who would stop to help a poor girl like me? she thought. I must seem crazy. No, I am crazy, oh God please save me, she prayed.
She tripped in the road, falling on her face. She was far to frightened to look up, but when she did she saw the shapes began to circle around her, calling out in tongues she didn’t speak. The words of their language seemed to burn into her mind as she stared. Belle began to weep, and through her screams she watched the people around her stare. Looking up from the ground she cried out for mercy, knowing well enough that each time she had cried before no one would help her. She believed no one ever would.
But she was wrong.
Out through the black around her he appeared; a man of white light. No, she thought, just a boy.
He smiled at her through the shadows. His silhouette standing unnaturally in front of her. He walked with an air of knowledge and understanding. As he looked down on her he reach out.
Belle looked up as he outstretched his hand, and through her tears she let out another sob. “Can I help you?” he asked. The boy couldn’t have been much younger than her, if he was younger than her at all. Maybe 17 at the most.
She shook her head, thinking the man couldn’t do much but watch her suffer, and she didn’t want that. “No one can.” she choked out.
“Let me try.”
Out of fear and curiousness, Belle reached out to take his hand. The shapes then began to pull, holding her back, preventing her from touching him. They began to jerk her backwards, yanking her arm away in the most hurtful way possible. She cried out in pain and effort.
“Whoa, take it easy.” he said, and he leaned over and took her hand.
As he did Belle gasped. Instantly it all vanished. The shapes from before began to scream in what seemed like terror, they’re bodies melting into the light around him. The shadows in her eyes disappeared, and light broke through to her. She began to pant air back into her lungs, and as she did so the boy looked at her. His eyes held the most simple thoughts, but they seemed so secretive, so questioning, and then, it was as if, for the briefest second, he knew what was happening. For a moment they simply locked eyes, and no one spoke. His own eyes widened, and both fear and understanding seemed to flash through them as his breath also quickened. But as soon as it appeared, it vanished, and his pupils returned into their normal stage.
“Well, you seem fine now. I’ll just be on my way then.,” he said, breaking the silence at last. “See you around, miss.”
Belle stood in shock as the mysterious stranger began to walk away. Her legs still wobbled beneath her, and it seemed like she felt even weaker now, if that was even pssible. As she gathered up her strength and courage at last she called out, “I didn’t catch your name, sir!”
The boy had almost reached the end of the road when he turned around and smiled back. “It’s Theseus! Theseus James. See you around…?”
“Belle!”
He smiled, “See you around Belle,” he called back as he trotted away. Belle stood for awhile later there, just watching the road in which he had disappeared to, leaving the poor maiden with nothing but a name, and hope.
“Well that was nice, wasn’t it Angel?” Theseus said as he walked back towards the theatre. “Never thought a poor soul like her would be wandering the streets this early in the day, bit of a strange girl she was though.” he added.
“Yeah, would think it was ‘Nice’, especially since you have no idea what just happened.” Lucinda snapped. She didn’t like what had just happened, and as she flew next to him she sulked. It wasn’t exactly good news when Daemons broke lose.
“For a moment there I almost felt-no it’s ridiculous-but I almost felt like there was something there. You know? A dark… well a dark presence. Sounds insane I know, but it was so real, even if just for a moment.”
“Daemons. DAE-MONS. YES, they’re a DARK PRESENCE. They are the dark presence!”
“Like I said, crazy, I know.”
Lucinda sighed. She had agreed to watch over Theseus for quite a few lifetimes by now, but she sometimes wished he wouldn’t be so human. So naïve. So stupid. Oh God how she hated humans. Their way of talking, or their way of thinking, or the way they breathed. Oh how she hated the way the breathed. It completely repulsed her. Even as she floated by Theseus now she could feel the air coming from his lungs as he continued talking to her.
“Well it seems Mr. Shakespeare needs me again today. After all, I hate to admit it but I am the best crew member he has ever had. Didn’t you just love my effects from last nights performance?” Theseus continued to speak to his angel, knowing fully that she could hear him, even if he couldn’t hear her. He was, as always, proud of his work. And when he couldn’t find a human to brag to, his Angel was the next best thing.
This is why Lucinda hated her job. For once she’d love to just tell Theseus to just SHUT UP. Ever since he was a child he had become accustomed to speaking to her. Theseus had been born able to see and feel angels, but he never could hear them or understand them the way Lucinda wanted. At first it was interesting. God certainly put a good deal of himself into this boy, and every now and then the things he said were quite interesting. However, as he got older and became more human, he began sounding less and less fascinating to Lucinda, and more annoying then ever. Ugh how she despised humans.
But after all, it’s my job, she reminded herself, and I promised.
After he had gone on talking for awhile, Lucinda finally tuned in to him in time to hear his last remark. Theseus smiled at his angel, “You know, sometimes I’m so glad I have someone like you,” he told her.
Lucinda looked away.
I promised, she said again, I did. And I can never take that back.
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