Caligo-Loki-Love

Settling against Peter's chest with a quiet sigh, you lightly kissed his knuckles before touching them to your forehead. You had just broken the news to Peter that you would be leaving. It was something you both knew, but loathed the fact that it was going to happen. He gently encased you with his other arm and rested his chin on your shoulder. The brunette did not want you to go, but he loved you and he knew this was your oppurtunity to do what you loved. Not many people had such a chance. "I'll miss you," you murmured, finally breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the pair of you. A small, almost sad, smile appeared on his face

"Are you asking me out, Mr Holmes?" "We both know I have no choice in this matter." You rolled your eyes at him, scoffing lightly at his insinuation. He, on the other hand, was smirking at your response. Sherlock found it amusing how much you hated it when he denied the enjoyment of your company. Though he was telling the truth, which you knew, that he had no choice, it  did not actually bother him. They could have forced him to be with worse people. You sighed softly, a whimsical smile forming on your lips. "Will your family ever learn that I'm the bad influence in this relationship?" You hummed teasingly at your male friend, snatching up

Both John and (Name) had the time to finish their dinner before the mighty Sherlock Holmes returned. He took of his coat and went straight to the sofa and gracefully flopping down on it. With his fingers under his chin and his eyes closed, John knew it would be a little while before Sherlock would come back to land of the living. "Sorry. He does that," he sighed from his spot in the chair, switching his gaze back to the girl. In turn, she just shrugged and flapped her hand. "So..." John cleared his throat and looked down for a brief moment. He knew this was going to be a bit harder than communicating with others. And for some reason, he felt

“Sherlock? Sherlock? I got those petri-dishes you wanted from Molly while I was out,” John called while he took the stairs two at a time to get himself up into the flat. Upon no sight of where he left Sherlock on the sofa, John turned to look into the kitchen and nearly dropped his things when he saw a girl in their kitchen...making tea. “Uh, excuse me.” No response. The (h/c) continued on as if she didn't even hear him. With a frown etched on his face, John went into the kitchen and put his bags down on the table. “Excuse me, ma'am?” She still wasn't responding. Now, the blond was a little frustrated. Ju

After having rolled yourself out of your bed and gotten up to dress yourself for dinner in a magenta lace overlay, knee-length dress, you quietly crept toward the door. With minimum sounds and hushed breathing, you slipped out of your room and saw the lump on the floor. John must have left, you noted, remembering that you heard his voice earlier. You tried your best not to laugh at the fact that Sherlock had camped outside your room all day. Though, it did secretly touch you. Sneaking over to sit down in front of him, legs tucked under and back as you watched him. His eyes were closed, indicating that he was either sleeping or stuck somewhere

There she sat on a bench on a particularly nicer afternoon. People weren't crowding, so there were just enough of them to keep her distracted from her horrifically muddled brain. The woman mumbled to herself over and over again that that wasn't what he meant. He had apologized. Things could go on. Having been so lost in her head, the brunette didn't notice the approaching form until he actually sat down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Holidae." Her strikingly vivid orbs gazed over at the intruding man to be met with a familiar set of eyes. Mycroft. "Is there something you need?" "You know why I'm here," he stated softly, a

 We have no evidence. We have no idea where his safe houses are. MH Find them. SH I have my best men on it. Only time will tell. MH I need it now. SH There is only so much that can be done. MH I know you worry about your wife, but you're there. In her home. The only harm that will come to her, is what you do. MH Sherlock growled lowly at his phone, tossing it off to the side. Despite how uncomfortable the floor was, he was still propped up against the wall outside your room waiting. He knew you had to come out of your room sometime and until then, he would wait. The brunette was determined to find out something, anything, that would hel

Greg slammed his fists on the desk, his deadly glare pointed at the dark haired detective across from him. "You always solve the case. You always solve it. NOW. I need it now." "I am trying, Lestrade," Sherlock's voice came out as barely a whisper as he paced the length of the office space. "I need it solved now. That's my girlfriend! Her life on the line! For god's sake," Greg yelled before collapsing in his chair with a defeated sigh. John came over to Greg, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. Greg covered his face with his hands, taking in shaky breaths. "They should have put someone else on the case. You're emotionally compromised,"

John and William had left you and Sherlock and went straight to the music room upon John's request. If he was being honest, he really did love listening to the boy play. They sat together on the bench for the grand piano, the young boy's fingers running over the the keys. before he began to play Beethoven's Fur Elise. John could only sit and watch in awe as William's fingers danced across the ivory. When he was finished, John was clapping for him. There was a distinct blush on the boy's cheeks as he looked away from his audience of one. "Where did you learn to play like this? You're amazing," John praised him with a wide smile, mentally not

William had dragged both men to your room, bouncing in his place as he knocked on the door multiple times. He was grinning from ear to ear, grasping on to, not only John's hand, but Sherlock's also. "Who is it?" They heard your voice call out softly from deep inside your room. John was already grimacing in anticipation of when you would open the door to find them all standing there. "It's me! I have a surprise for you!" Here it goes. John was counting down the seconds in his head and when he saw you peek out from behind your door, even he could see your face fall. "Will, why are they still here? They probably want to leave, darling. I am t