77Arika

(SOULMATE AU - When you touch hands with your soulmate for the first time, you will see the world in colour.) ~stardivider1plz (https://www.deviantart.com/stardivider1plz):iconstardivider2plz::iconstardivider3plz: (Name) tilted his head, hair falling over his shoulder as he played with the strands of it. The dark sheets falling around his bare frame, he bit his lip as he whispered to himself, "Should I cut my hair?" He jolted as a pair of arms winded around his waist, he looked back at the mop of dark hair resting against his back. "It suits you." A low baritone murmured, as thin pale fingers resting (Name)'s belly. "But it's constantly in my face. Should I get an asymmet

“Unlike you to bring a date, Mycroft.” Sherlock said flatly to his brother. It didn’t take a genius to determine that Sherlock did not approve of Mycroft inviting strangers into their parents’ home. He had been watching you since the moment you walked into the house with his older brother. At first glance, he thought you were just another of Mycroft’s assistants, but your phone remained out of sight, so that was ruled out. A good thing too, Mother hated when either of them brought work home with them. Mycroft chuckled softly and shook his head. You were a dear friend of his, yes, but a date? “She’s

“Look at him and tell me what happened.” Sherlock casually gestured to the body that was the centre of a crime scene. Yellow police tape blocked the off the flight of stairs that you were currently standing on. John shot Sherlock a disapproving look and Lestrade ran his hand through his greying hair. You merely rolled your eyes in Sherlock’s direction before crouching down next to the body. Quickly your eyes ran over the man taking in everything you could before standing up and sending Sherlock a smug grin. “It was an accident. He tripped over his trouser leg at the very top of the stairs, he was in a rush and the li

:bulletblue: Sherlock-x-Reader: Somebody Loves You :bulletblue: It was cold. Bitterly frozen winds wiped about the streets of London, accurately marking the time of year as the dead of winter. And yet, it wasn't because of the January weather that you felt cold. But rather what was currently happening to you on the inside. Too much pain, too much confusion. . . Too much life.   You stood silently on the edge of a large bridge- which one it was you couldn't say- and felt the wind rapidly gush through your (h/l) hair. You had come here mainly to think- as you usually did when things in your life got rough- but tonight was different than usua

:bulletblue: Sherlock-x-Reader: Without You, There Can Be No Me :bulletblue: You were visibly shaking, as you slowly walked up the rickety old staircase of 221B Baker Street, and stood before the now dreaded apartment door. You lifted one of your hands to tentatively knock, but stopped before your knuckles met with the hard wooden surface.   You took several deep breaths as you felt your anxiety triple, and fought the overwhelming feelings that were now rising in your chest.   It had been a whole week since you'd nearly jumped off the bridge, and ever since then you’d been avoiding Baker Street and its residents. Not out of spite or an

A/N: still ticks me off you can't marry him in the game. Or Hadvar. OR BRYNJOLF Let me know If there should be lemon to this, cause i'm greatly debating it. - For a Wood Elf you were pretty sure Ralof hated you unless you were a Nord, but no, he said come to Windhelm and help join the fight to free Skyrim. He told you how glad he was that you had helped him, saved his life in more ways than he could even count. You gulped feeling this odd sensation in the pit of your stomach, he was very good looking after all. You had been packing up in Riverwood, walking around the small town, preparing to leave. You had to get to Whiterun, which wouldn'

Y/N- your characters name (WHAI IS THERE LITERALLY NO RUNE FANART?! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FIND FANART OF HIM?! COME ON GUYS, HES NICE AND HOT, WHERE'S THE FANART?! XD 😂) Y/N POV: I dangled my feet off my bed. I was just reading about shadow marks, until I decided it was late enough for some good pickpocketing. As I buckled up my boot I heard footsteps, but they were very loud, like he purposely wanted to make a lot out sound so I'd look at him. It was Rune (AUTO CORRECT SUGGESTED RUNE TO RUBS. AHHHH IM SCREAMING, "RUBS" OH MY GOSH, THATS RUNES REAL NAME!!!! DUN DUN DUUUNNNN) "Good evening, Y/N!" Rune smiled and sat on a bed o

(Author’s note: I decided to not do this part in 3rd person since I had trouble writing it that way.) Part 9 ~Vilkas POV~ Just a normal, boring day. A day like this is best spent training. Some of our brothers and sisters were out on jobs, so the hall was quiet. I spent the morning training while I waited for a job to come up. “Vilkas,” Skjor interrupted. I put my sword away and turned to him. “Yes, Skjor?” “I got a job for you. Maybe you could take our new sister along.” “Alright…” Skjor stood there, smirking. “What?” “You both used to be at each other