The Lonely Princess - Ch. 1 by NothingYouCouldLove, literature
Literature
The Lonely Princess - Ch. 1
"Do you want to know something Clara?" The Doctor began in his usual way of subtly or subconsciously flaunting about in his black suit.
The young woman, Clara Oswin Oswald, looked up from the homework she had been grading to her friend. So unlike The Doctor in appearance, Clara had beautiful brown-blonde hair, a lovely round face, and gorgeous brown eyes; The Doctor, on the other hand, had rough gray hair, a face with prominent features that helped to accentuate his age, and hardened blue-gray eyes. She saw none of these differences when she looked up at him from the grading that needed done though. The man she saw was her greatest friend an
Everything's Fine by NothingYouCouldLove, literature
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Everything's Fine
"Good morning," Rapunzel yawned as she sat up in her and Eugene's bed. She looked over at her husband, who sprang out of bed like he'd been wide awake for hours. "Hungry?"
He smiled at her. "Starving. We should go into town for breakfast."
Rapunzel smiled and nodded. "Alright." She stood and then immediately groaned when her handmaidens appeared with what appeared to be a rather uncomfortable green dress for her to wear. One thing she hated about being a Princess.
The horrible clothes.
Once she was dressed though, they were immediately running down the stairs to go outside.
"Rapunzel?" The Queen, her mother, walked up to her as she and E
Character Preview - S.R. - Far From Home by NothingYouCouldLove, literature
Literature
Character Preview - S.R. - Far From Home
It used to not affect me, the thought of dying. My best friend and I often thought on the matter because, well, we were not exactly the strongest people in our class. In Ceremony every year, we would always get class rank forty or below, though we were lucky enough not to die like so many others. But we were nothing like ---- ((A/N: See preview: Skyfall)), or Zephyr, who were always the top two of the class. Never quite sure how Zephyr managed it; he was never the fighting type. Bookworm, yes.
It never mattered if we lived or if we died. The world outside of the military base that we were born and raised on would continue to turn. Events wou
In the darkened room that Will Graham knew far too well, he sat across from his psychiatrist and only "real" friend, Doctor Hannibal Lecter. In recent days, the man had distanced himself away from Will and their adopted daughter, Abigail. Both were concerned, but Will's concern was for another reason entirely.
More and more of the murders that Jack had had Will on had been pointing in the direction the Chesapeake Ripper, someone Will was beginning to empathize with closer and closer with every case. Even so, that wasn't what worried him - not even his worsening hallucinations, sleep walking, and losing time made him so afraid.
Calm, collect
Angels in London - Pt 3 and Case Report by NothingYouCouldLove, literature
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Angels in London - Pt 3 and Case Report
Inside of a cab that John had to hail, The Doctor looked between Sherlock and John. He was no fool, he could sense something between them, but it felt complicated. And not even complicated in the way he was used to between some of his companions and him. He specifically remembered Rose and Martha when thinking, but he quickly made his mind push the thought away. Now wasn't the best time to be dwelling on them.
He watched as John looked over to Sherlock as if to say something, but the cab suddenly screeched to a halt. Sherlock grabbed the door and John's arm as they were thrust forward. Regardless of this, John still ended up in The Doctor's