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You'd never believed in love, mainly because it was just some bull shit add on to sex. You'd also never believed you'd be helping Sherlock Holmes in a case, or that he'd let you. Sherlock was a man of few words, extremely educated words at that, and you were a curious little shit that never gave up. You and Sherlock had a complicated relationship at best, and often didn't know how to approach him. Sherlock intrigued you, and you confused him. It was a lose lose situation but you were trying to make the best out of it. Sherlock looked at you, looking back at the dead body in front of him, you just stood watching him, silently waiting your t

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi. i. seaside Sometimes he can still hear your voice whenever he walked by that secluded alcove of a beach. The permanent scowl on his face softened as he subconsciously touched the bracelet on his wrist. He couldn't help it, especially not when he was around this area. The sunlight that filtered through the clouds and reflected on the calm waves reminded him of the s

[Drunk! Prussia X Reader] Ring! The sound of the white rotary telephone on the living room coffee table ringing echoed through the house. You, [F/N] [L/N], were slouching on the worn-out beige sofa, boredly flicking through cable TV channels. You had just found a programme that caught your attention when the phone decided to make that godawful ringing sound. With a grumble you reluctantly stood up, baggy sweatpants swishing around your legs as bunny slippers shuffled across the wooden floor groggily, to pick up the phone that was obnoxiously loud. Why were you at home alone on a Saturday night at 10pm? Well, you was in fact channel surfing

The shiny (e/c) orbs were fixed on the young secretary that stood before her, a somewhat puzzled expression adorned the (h/c)’s face. "What…?” muttered absently the (h/c). “You want me to deliver Gaara these papers?" The young woman was perfectly aware that the Kazekage had come down with a considerably severe cold a few days before, and had remained sick for the entire week. The red head’s older siblings delivered him the most important paperwork every day while helping him convey his positions to the village’s council; apparently, however, in this particular day, both Kankurou and Temari were away from t

An old bookstore and a weak light were your scenario tonight, some of your friends were hanging out, you were in your own little world. It was past your shift time, and you should have already closed the bookstore by now, but you were so engaged in your book that you didn’t even notice that it was past 11 PM and that you completely forgot to lock the store. The small bookstore could be easily missed if it wasn’t by the wonderful piles of books standing at the doorstep. It was tiny indeed, but if someone wanted a new series, comic books or even antique literature that was the perfect place. Not only the environment was nice and