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Hello, I'm Sceibbles! I love to write Johnlock, so if you like that, please consider checking out my writing! Thank you!
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sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
01/08/22
The Soldier and His Statue (Part 1 of 4)
The forest was dense, the trees tall and imposing, and in the middle of it all, John walked. He had been walking for hours, unable to resist the pull he felt in his chest, sitting behind his ribs, insisting that he walked just one more step, then another. Deep down, he knew that he was helplessly l...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
01/04/21
A Bittersweet Homecoming
It started out as a normal Friday for John; he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face when he awoke, once again feeling like he had not received enough energy from the amount of time that he had been asleep, but decided not to focus on that and instead pushed himself out of bed and shuffled to th...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
12/11/20
Sunshine and Moonlight
Sherlock and John, as anyone could tell, were two sides of the same coin. Opposite sides of the same being. They seemed to compliment each other in ways that no one else would be able, but they were so different. John, short but strong and ever so dependable. Sherlock, tall and lanky, equipped with ...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
11/01/20
Embrace
When John walked up into 221b Baker Street, shopping in his hands from a late-night trip to the shops, he was met with the scene of Sherlock standing near the window, cane gripped loosely in his hand. He was still, his back turned to John, and John could tell that he was deep in thought but still kn...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/31/20
Recovery
Rushing onto the scene of the crime, John looked around frantically, running his hands through his hair for the nth time, the strands sticking up wildly, reflecting his emotional state quite well. Lestrade ran up behind him seconds later, panting heavily, eyes scanning the scene along with John’s. ...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/30/20
Numb
Sherlock burst into the doors of New Scotland Yard with John on his heels, breathing heavily, eyes scanning frantically over the room. His eyes landed on Lestrade and he hurried over the man, grabbing him by the forearms and pulling him closely, quietly asking, “Do you have her? Dear God, Lestrade, ...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/29/20
Beaten
Rubbing his eyes and groaning, John watched the retreating shadows of five men with a blurry gaze, trying to push himself off the ground, urging himself to ignore the pain and follow them. It’s what Sherlock would want. What he would need to solve this thing. The thing is, John was finding it a bi...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/28/20
Ransom
Lestrade pulled up to an abandoned warehouse, John and Mycroft getting out of the car as soon as he put it in park. They all looked at each other grimly as John pulled the ransom note out of his pocket, reading it over to make sure Mycroft had brought all the money they needed and that they were at ...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/27/20
Abandoned
William Sherlock Scott Holmes was not an ordinary child by any stretch of the imagination, and the other kids didn’t exactly know how to deal with that. “Hello, I’m William Sherlock Scott Holmes!” He would say, thrusting his hand out towards whoever he was attempting to befriend. “Would you like to ...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/26/20
Humiliation
An argument echoed loudly through Baker Street, but John, used to it by now, just sighed to himself and got the tea ready in the kitchen even though he knew that neither of the men in the living room would touch it. They were too busy sniping at each other, throwing out insults like they were childr...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/25/20
Secret Injury
A gunshot rang out loudly in the alley, followed shortly by a soft hiss of breath, but John paid it no mind, his back pressed up against the wall, his own gun clenched tightly in his hand. He trusted Sherlock not to get himself shot so he inched carefully along the wall, wishing the criminals that t...
sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
10/24/20
Bleeding out
Clenching a knife tightly in his hand, John gritted his teeth and narrowly dodged a hit, swiping his own blade towards his attacker, barely nicking him on the arm before feeling a strong punch to his right shoulder. He grunted and just prevented himself from falling backwards, lashing back out at th...
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Reply to: vic <3
YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT
Reply to: sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
DEFINITELY
Reply to: vic <3
YOU'RE WISH IS MY COMMAND
Hey! Do you Rp?
I don't, sorry!! ^^;
Reply to: sᴄᴇɪʙʙʟᴇs
It’s ok!
Your writings are amazing!!!!!
Ahhh, thank you so much! I'm so glad you think so :heart:
Damn, your writings are amazing but sad-
Reply to: 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 | 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷!𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯
Thank you for the compliment!! And sorry about all the sadness, it's Whumptober, that's the whole point of it! I do write happy things, I promise
stuck in a stage of euphoria.