Starpur

John awoke to a soft rattling from downstairs, his eyes feeling heavy as he forced them opened. He'd just gotten to sleep not even a few hours ago and he'd thought Sherlock had gone to sleep aswell, but apparently not. Getting from his bed, he slipped on his robe and tying it loosely around his abdomen, letting it hang off his shirtless frame. "For Gods sake." He murmured, blinking slowly as he descended down the stairs and looked around for the sound which was getting louder and louder. It sounded like a rustle and then a small thump, over and over. "Sherlock?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the empty living room. "Are you aw

Warning: Character Death “Hi guys... I don’t know if you can hear me...” The power is down, the lights all out, the emergency exit sign above the door’s faint glow doing nothing to illuminate the scene. I’m on the floor, under the desk, my headphones over my ears and a microphone clasped in one hand. It’s only me in here; at least I think there is only me. I daren’t get up and look, I’m not exactly hidden well as it is, it’s just the best I could do under the circumstances. I don’t even know if this microphone is transmitting or not, but it’s worth a shot. And it’s comf

“Don’t go.” He had to. They needed him back in heaven. They needed his guidance. He had already been on Earth for far too long, he needed to return to the other angels. John knew that, yet he still refused to let Sherlock leave. The angel merely gave him a sorrowful smile. Tears streamed down John’s face. Sherlock wiped away a tear with his thumb. “I have to John.” “But I don’t want you to.” The light around them grew brighter and warmer, its beautiful fingers grabbing onto Sherlock. John held Sherlock’s coat tighter. No, he wasn’t going anywhere, not on John’s watch. He

Dan and Phil. Phil and Dan. There was nothing that sounded better to Phil's ears, the idea of them being partners. In youtube. In friendship. In love... But love was one thing Phil always put out of his mind. As the wind swept through his hair, rain plummeting down his spine, Phil questioned his life. Nobody loved him - nobody cared. Dan; Sweet, Sweet Dan. He'd told Phil so many times how they were best friends... Friends. Just Friends. Friends. The word felt like a stab to the heart. Salty tears leaked from Phil's eyes, the rain quickly disguising the fact he was crying. "Phil?" Dan pulled the elder man inside, off the balcony, th

Watching Sherlock (Phan) “You know loads of people on the internet think they’re together.” “Yeah and I can kinda see why, I mean how they stare at each other all the time.” Phil responded looking away from the episode of Sherlock they were watching. “You know the way Sherlock gets nice and close to John,” Dan demonstrated by dramatically lying over on the couch so that his head was on Phil’s lap staring up at him smiling. “And John always ogles at him; you know getting lost in his eyes.” Dan watched as a warm glow spread across Phil’s face as he realised that they hadn&rsq

I lay in the damp leaves. Cold and lonely. With no one but myself as company. The wind blew past me, avoiding me as if I wasn't even worthy of its icy breeze. Trees stood tall, towering over my limp body, shadowing me from the mysterious glowing moon in the jet black sky. Stars twinkled and reflected in the flowing crystal river that ran beside me. I was alone. I was always alone. I lay for a few hours until I heard footsteps and a voice, I couldn't tell what the voice was saying, but it was coming towards me. Quickly, I darted up and began to run, the footsteps getting faster. There was heavy breathing coming from behind me, I turned to see