Sammieknight145

At first this was only going to be a one shot and then I decided as I was writing it that it was entirely too long to become a one shot. So this'll have two parts, the second part I'll work on today as well since I'm already on a roll. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my first non-Zelda related fanfiction! It hurt him more than he could possibly understand, and that was saying something. The great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes was in a huge conundrum that had nothing to do with the usual murder cases that had occasionally been popping up around London. No, that would mean that Sherlock had no clue who the serial killer was, and we all know

You cursed as the first few raindrops splattered around you. You brushed your hair out of your face, starting to sprint when the rain came down faster, cursing your misfortune. Soon, you were completely drenched to the bone, rain blurring your vision. You weren't going to make it to your home in this condition, so you turned and headed towards your friend Red's house. He was more than a friend in your eyes, but you weren't sure how he felt. All you knew was that he cared about you and wouldn't mind helping you out. Fortunately for you. You knocked on the door, wiping the rain from your face. "[Name]! What happened?" Red asked, ushering you

     The day was sunny, and Will Turner quite enjoyed his time on land, as he did when the Black Pearl wasn’t out on one of it’s outrageous adventures. Tortuga was always a rather bustling port, and it had quite honestly grown on him. While he tended to avoid the Brothels, about every other part of town has managed to draw him in, allowing him to suffer through the fondness of the rather dirty place called Tortuga.    His place, nevertheless, was most definitely on the Black Pearl. He’d long since come to terms with that. In fact, we’ve seem to caught him on his way back to the room he’s come to regard as his o

Nescient | 'nεsιənt | lacking knowledge; ignorant. i.e He’s nescient to the way you gaze at him in the office. He’s nescient to how you know he likes six sugar cubes in his cup. Nescient to the reason why the coffeemaker isn’t out of grinded coffee after not refilling it for months. Nescient to why his mug is always clean, on his desk. Nescient to the way that you care about him. Professor Augustine Sycamore is late today; today, of all days, the day when his old students are scheduled to arrive. You’re leaning on your desk, glow from your computer straining your eyes, but you don’t care. You ju

“Isn’t that Cisco’s sweatshirt?” “Hm?” You looked up from your computer at Caitlin, who was pointing at the baggy STAR Lab’s sweatshirt you currently had on.  “Oh. Yeah, it’s his.” “What happened to your other one?” Caitlin looked over at you, giving a solemn nod when you let out a exasperated ‘Barry and Cisco’, followed by a frustrated, yet somewhat happy, sigh. She wasn’t entirely sure of the details (and really she didn’t want to know), but when Caitlin had walked by one of the labs yesterday she had seen you smack Cisco upside the head

Say You Love Me~ Russia x Reader     ___ sat on her bed, flicking through a book she enjoyed reading. She was comfortable, in just a t-shirt and her underwear, not expecting to do anything else for the day (as it is late; almost midnight). Although, it was strangely wrong for a Friday evening, ___ could have sworn she had something planned, but it never crossed her mind.     She yawned, stretched her back against the mattress, getting tired now. ___ closed her eyes, as if to fall asleep (in all honesty, she probably wouldn't sleep for another hour or so). Especially because her phone just started to ring, despite the time of day.     "H