Solace - Loki x SigynSolaceSolace - Loki x Sigyn by thepurpleharlequin93
A crystal chandelier illuminated the chamber, a tone tinged with orange, like a sunset, which paired with the sadness of the poor young man who was hiding there like a beggar seeking refuge from the cruel coldness.
Loki lay stretched on his bed. White sheets were flooded with the tears that sprang from his eyes.
That confession that his... "father" had told him had hurt him more than any other blow or thrust caused into a battle. This had to be a nightmare, a bad dream! His blood was not like his brother's, like his parents. Their blood was healthy, clean and especially pure. His, instead, was contaminated, it was from a cold, heartless enemy. An abomination. He was just a lost cad. That explained the favor Odin gave to his brother!
- Damn it! - he screamed through clenching his teeth, looking at the balcony of the palace of Asgard.
He opened the door and walked with grace and precision of a god, his dark hair brushed gently, emeralds in his eyes and serious look on his face gle
Sigyn...His chances were not good at all. When he first looked at her he thought she was out of his reach.Sigyn... by thepurpleharlequin93
The moon reflected her full mantle of silver in the mirror of water, outside the palace of the beautiful landscape of Asgard.
As the emeralds on his face fixed on the glass dome, he caressed the golden strands of his partner. He thought as his lungs filled with air. The perfect and graceful fingers set on his white hands stroked her back as a mirthless reflection flew over his mind.
He was a monster. The monster the parents talked to their children about at nights. What made him think she would set her magnificent, peaceful gaze toward a monster like him?
If he was evil, why she was lying in his arms, devoted to him and to the slumber?
Because he was not an abominable entity, only the need to be understood from the people around coated on his heart and
through the many suns and moons flying in their everyday, he had shown her he was not a saint at all and through
Sherlock x Reader OneshotYou ran through the streets of London. The ship you had traveled to England on had just docked. You came from America. You had been called on by the Scotland Yard to help with an investigation... And you were late. You finally burst into the meeting room, gasping for air.Sherlock x Reader Oneshot by MyArmyOfPeeps
"S-sorry! Ship docked later than expected." You gasped out, and everyone looked at you.
"Welcome, Miss ______." You heard a voice.
"An American. And a woman?" You heard another voice.
"She is one of the best detectives in America." The first voice said, and you nodded. It was true. Once you had graduated from school, you had gone solo, solving mysteries. You had been given the title of
'America's own Sherlock'. You ignored the title, but it gained you attention from all over England. When the Scotland Yard sent you a letter a year ago, you had politely declined, because there was no active case, they just wanted to claim you before anyone else could. When they wrote again asking for help, you'd gotten right over.
Saving Holmes (Sherlock Holmes X Reader)Saving Holmes (Sherlock Holmes X Reader) by Eternal-Violet-Void
Baker Street was attacked by a cruel wind, slashing against (Name) (Last Name)'s exposed face, as she approached the welcoming and familiar door of 221B. People continued about their daily business, being as it twas only mid-day. A midwife running errands, a shoat being gutted for meat, and children joining each other in their pointless games.
It has been a normal occurrence this week. Holmes had picked up an interesting case that he was surprisingly thrilled about solving. It had not been received by the messenger boy, whom they had grown to know so well. But from a sharp ear that followed after a fight that Sherlock had brilliantly conquered (as usual). A man in his glad rags had been discussing the matter with the bartender. A rather delightful Gypsy was more than willing to spill the contents all while attempting to detach Holmes of his overalls.
The detective had been up at un-godly hours in the morning, looking into the case, injecting his unknown substances into Watson's (their)