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Include : Sherlock x William (Sherliam), Mycroft x Albert (Mycal), John x Louis (Johnlouis), Lestrade x Patterson (Lespatter?)

It's a BL story

Warning of violence, blood, war, nfsw, rough sex

It's just a imagination!

Lots of OOC and Typos

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Thing For You

Pair : Johnlou ( John x Louis )

Louis is not the type of person who likes to share his feelings. If necessary he would keep everything to himself. His two brothers were desperate to persuade him. They wanted Louis to at least tell them what he wanted, but all they got was a smile and a reply of,

"I don't want to trouble big brother. I want to help with all my might. That's all I want."

Asking for help from their brother's partner feels useless because he also wants the same thing but the answer is the same.

"I don't want anything. Just being with you guys is more than enough for me."

"Even so, at least you can express your feelings to them, right," coaxed the brown-beaded youth.

Louis who looked at his lover couldn't help but sigh. It's not that he didn't want to, but Louis had warned himself not to bother the people around him. And 'asking for something' or 'showing unnecessary things' was at the top of the list that he should not do.

John, the young man, who looked at his lover's face, understood his inner struggle. Let alone Louis's two brothers, he had never even heard of his lover's feelings directly. It's not that he doesn't accept any statement, it's just that his boyfriend prefers to replace it with something else rather than speak directly.

And without him knowing it, John found a great idea to help his beloved figure.

"How about you give them something?"

"Something?" The big question mark that appeared on the head of the sweet-faced young man in front of him made John widen his smile.

"Because Louis can't ask for something directly, what if Louis shows it in other forms such as goods for example," and his smile grew wider when the head of the boy in front of him nodded slowly.

"I guess I can give it a try."

"So it's decided. Now, what does Louis want to give?"

Holding his chin, Louis seemed to be thinking hard about what to give to his brothers. If he gives something like wine or pie, he also serves it at home, every day. If he gave his two brothers books, they would have been tired of seeing it. Then what should he give?

A small chuckle was heard. Blinking his eyes, Louis could see the man with the brownish-green hair holding back a laugh that he was sure was about to explode. Annoyed, Louis stepped forward and pinched the man's waist.

"I'm sorry Louis. Ow- release the pinch, will you?"

"Don't laugh John."

"Yeah, sorry, Louis. Your face was too cute just now that I couldn't help it."

Slowly but surely, the face that was originally pale white is now starting to be decorated with a red tinge that is increasingly visible. Louis quickly turned his face, not wanting his lover to see his embarrassing look any longer.

But what he didn't think at all was that he would get a surprise in the form of a warm hug from behind that must have come from the only person there.

"Louis you don't have to think too hard. I'm sure whatever you give your two brothers will love it."

Again and again, his face heats up feeling his breath and the gentle voice of his man near his ear. But he didn't mind at all. Honestly, he missed this closeness. Like they haven't done it in a long time.

"John sure?" again his worries arose, afraid that his two brothers would be disappointed in his gift.

Staring softly at his lover, John turned Louis to face him and cupped the two red cheeks.

"I'm pretty sure. Just like when you gave it to me so will your two brothers who will love anything that comes from you."

They start to wander into the sea of memories that most of them wish to not remember again. But there is one memory that makes them bring out a small smile that is too sincere on their lips.

It's nothing special but it's something they care about until now. It's a simple little thing, but it means a lot to both of them. Just remembering it made them both laugh softly.

"John still has it? Until now?"

"How could I throw it away, it was a gift from my lover, of course, I will keep it forever."

"Then it just so happens that I still have it."

"Louis still has it, too? And it's just something cheap."

"Because it's a gift from my lover, of course, I will keep it forever."

And again their laughter echoed there. No one will hear or feel the noise, no one will even bother them. All may be too jealous to see the harmony of the two. But no one, neither John nor Louis, bothered to notice. This world seems to belong to only the two of them.

What they both said was true. No matter what you give, as long as you put your true heart and feelings into it then it will feel very special no matter how cheap or bad it is. Both have proven themselves by giving something rather than saying it directly.

They knew what it meant so that both of them kept the gift with all their hearts. They will not let this beautiful little thing be lost, let alone damaged. Because for them it is a representation of their true feelings, which they cannot express.

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A small smile was emitted by the two different manes. Slowly one of them, who had golden yellow hair, lowered his hand to place two objects in front of two adjoining marbles, while the other took out the bouquet they had prepared before heading here.

"Hello Louis, how are you today? I'm so sorry that I and brother Albert are late. There were a few things that happen this morning, but don't worry everything is in order. John is also okay? Sherly might be a little late, usually focusing on his research."

The looking down boy, William, felt a gentle tap on his shoulder until he turned around to find his brother smiling faintly at him. Slowly he stood up letting his sister who came forward put the bouquet there.

"Louis, I'm sorry we haven't visited you so much. There's been a lot of work coming and going at the moment. But we promise to visit you more often. John too. Sorry, Mycroft can't come right now due to an emergency call from the Queen, but he said that your book is selling well again and more people are reading and wanting to buy it until the printing press is having trouble keeping up with the market demand. Congratulations on becoming a famous writer John."

Silence now covers them along with the wind that blows slowly adding to the calm atmosphere a little sad. William and Albert just kept on smiling their little smiles as they looked down at the items they brought today for their sister and lover.

A quill that looked slightly damaged and parchment paper that had some burn marks on the sides.

Without saying they knew it was a favorite item of two people who were probably laughing freely there. Now they don't have to feel pain anymore, they don't have to struggle hard, they don't have to bear heavy burdens. They are happy and free now.

William and Albert even believed that they were both writing their new story there. And of course, both need these items to help both complete their stories. After all, more than anything, both of them loved this item so much that they didn't let it go until the very end.

"Brother, do you think Louis and John missed these things?"

"Of course I'm sure they need it to continue where they left off. But this time nothing can bother them anymore."

"Right. Now they're in a place where no one can bother them, forever."

The End.

Forget-Me-Nots

Pair : Johnlou (John x Louis)

That footstep echoed down the whitewashed hallway, leading the owner to a room with brown doors. The young man sighed again slowly, bringing his hand to open the closed door in front of him, revealing a minimalist room. There was an open window, allowing the spring breeze to enter giving a cool atmosphere, especially to the young man who occupied the room.

Closing the door slowly, the newcomer walked over to the young man who was focused on his reading, sitting leisurely on his white bed. Observing the room for a moment, the visitor saw that apart from the open window, in the room there was also a sofa set with a small coffee table in front of it, along with a table that had a kettle of hot water along with a few drinks and some fruit parcels at the end of the room, as well as a table. Beside the bed that held the young man's books, along with several bottles of medicinal tablets and a vase of flowers.

Seeing that the young man was still focused on the newcomer's reading, John, smiling slightly, slowly walked closer, admiring every trait of the boy. Blond hair with red eyes covered by glasses still fixed on his reading book, a relatively sweet face for a 23-year-old young man, a slender body almost too thin with slender fingers that occasionally turn the pages of a book and hold back the hair that blocking his view, and whether coincidentally or not but the sunlight that shone on his body made John have to admit that the person in front of him was no longer a human but an angel who had fallen from heaven.

Unfortunately, this angel did not have such good fortune.

Slowly the young man finally realized the existence of other people who were nearby and raised his head, bringing his gaze to face John who was now beside him. He let out a small smile as he closed the book he had been reading.

“John, you have arrived. Why didn't you say anything? Sorry, I was too focused on reading so I didn't notice you,” he said in a row feeling bad for the man in front of him.

Laughing softly at the words of the young man in front of him, John replied in a calm tone, “it's okay I just came too, don't worry, Louis.”

Louis, the young man just sighed as he said slowly, “It's okay if John says so.”

“Haha.. this is Louis. I brought your order yesterday,” he said as he took out a book from his pocket, handing it to Louis with his trademark smile.

“Eh, I ordered this yesterday?”

Being silent. That was all John could do. Biting his lips slowly, smiling sadly, John walked closer to sit on the chair beside the bed that was provided there.

“Yes, Louis ordered it yesterday,”

“Sorry I don't remember ..” he said in a low voice while lowering his head, preferring to stare at the book rather than the man beside him who was still loyal with his sad gaze and smile It wasn't anyone's fault that Louis couldn't remember.

Retrograde Amnesia. That's the cause. Annoying? Yes. For Louis, who may not remember having the disease, this was very upsetting. Just imagine every time other people talk about an incident that just passed even if it was just yesterday but you can't remember it, how can it not be annoying. Moreover, the sad and sad gazes that Louis often found they issued especially were focused on him.

Louis wanted to scream at all of them. Angry, upset, hopeless, he wants to tell everyone that he's okay, that he doesn't need to be pitied like that, that he can still do a lot of things even though he can't remember much, stop treating him like someone who can't move his body anymore. Again, Louis was tired, wanted him to just quit it all, but he couldn't and didn't want to. Wouldn't that make them pity him even more, he thought.

Sighing slowly, again Louis raised his head to look at John who was next to him who was still smiling annoyingly, according to Louis, and extended his hand.

“Thanks for bringing it, John,”

“No problem Louis. If you want something else, just say yes,” said John, handing him the book he was holding.

Nodding slowly, Louis accepted the book, his fingers slowly tracing the cover of the book, feeling the soft texture of the paper. With a small smile, Louis turned his gaze to John, “John is still on duty now?” he asked.

“My shift, just finished and now I'm free,”

“I see,” he said slowly, keeping his head down, staring intently at the book in his lap now.

Feeling the awkward atmosphere around them, John finally broke the silence by saying, “Louis.. um..”

“Yeah, what's wrong John?”

Scratching his cheek, with a flushed face, John replied in a low voice, “If Louis likes, want to go for a walk?”

Hearing this, Louis was silent, staring at the man whose face was now blushing red, scratching his non-itchy cheek while lowering his head, maybe trying to hide his blushing face? I don't know whether Louis doesn't know, even if it's like that then his efforts are in vain because Louis has seen his face, which Louis admits is very adorable.

Shaking slowly trying to control himself, Louis laughed softly as he replied, “Of course I'm happy John. Besides, I'm getting tired of just sitting around all the time.”

Lifting his head, looking at the young man in front of him laughing made John smile too. “Then let's be late at night,” he said as he stood up and took Louis's jacket, put it on him, and helped him get out of bed.

“Oh my gosh, I'm not paralyzed and I can still walk by myself John,” said Louis with a bit of protest.

“Hehehe, just want to help, just in case, right?”

“Watch out for what? You all worry too much when I'm fine.”

John couldn't help but smile at the series of protests that came out of the young man he was still leading out of his living room. Opening the door walked down the white hospital hallway to their destination. In his heart, he wanted to guard and protect with all his heart this young man beside him. Wanted him to make this young man continue to smile freely without any coercion. Even though he could only remember briefly and then forget about it, for John to be able to see him smile and laugh like any other young man was already an incomparable joy.

Lost in his thoughts, John did not realize they had arrived at their destination, a park, more precisely the garden behind the hospital. Unlike other parks, this park is quieter and there are rarely even people who pass here. The reason? Who knows, but for John as well as Louis who likes serenity this place is perfect. Not only that, the view that this park provides is also very beautiful, especially as it is now, as the sun is approaching.

Louis who saw the garden in front of him let out a happy smile. He could not come here freely, someone had to accompany him, because he did not know when he would forget his memories. It's annoying, but it's worth it with the beauty that he gets here.

Letting go of the handle of the man beside him, Louis started walking until he ran slowly around the garden where the flowers were blooming beautifully. John who saw that of course panicked, but seeing the joy that was written on the young man's face made him not have the heart to scold him, even though John admitted he also couldn't bear to scold Louis even though the slightest mistake. Shaking his head slowly, John prefers to sit leaning against one of the large trees there while watching Louis who is still cool walking around the park.

Staring at his surroundings full of flowers made Louis come up with an idea. Slowly he sat down to pick up some flower stalks and began to shape them into a crown. Childish indeed, but Louis said there is nothing too childish in arranging flowers, whatever the shape, the important thing is how we express our feelings in making it. A small smile in his mind made Louis even more excited about making the flower crown.

John, who was watching from a distance, looked curiously at Louis, who suddenly sat in the middle of the garden. Feeling worried, John stood up, walked rather quickly to the young man who seemed to be still busy with his activities. As John got closer he could see that the young man was fine, though he couldn't quite see what the young man was doing. Louis suddenly stood up and turned around without realizing John was standing right behind him. Surprised by John's presence, Louis reflexively backed away not realizing there was a small rock right behind him, startled him, and closed his eyes waiting for the pain from falling.

Where the pain never comes.

“Are you all right, Louis?” he asked in a tone of marked panic. How not to panic, when he stopped behind the young man, he was suddenly surprised by his standing and the young man almost fell, making John's heart races very fast even feel like it will jump out from his body.

Louis slowly opened his eyes, looking at the man who had helped him not to fall. He wanted to thank him immediately with a happy smile until Louis realized their position. Strong arms held his body from falling by tightly hugging his waist plus faces that were close together so they could feel each other's breath, suddenly Louis's face was completely red. Quickly wake up from the shock a Louis pushed the man in front of him to let go of his arms and as a result, Louis fell back down.

John who saw it was even more shocked, he immediately squatted in front of Louis, raised his face to face him, checking carefully whether anyone was injured or not, without realizing how red the young man's face was.

After making sure that there weren't any injuries on Louis's body, John finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled a little, and then sat down in front of Louis who lowered his head again, “Thank God no one was hurt.”

On the other hand, Louis is still trying to normalize his heartbeat which is still beating very fast. Lowering his head, his hands in front of his chest could feel his heartbeat so fast that Louis thought his heart was going to pop out of place. He took several breaths until it was safe enough to show his face again, Louis slightly raised his head to peek through the hair that blocked his view.

And believe me, Louis at that moment, between regrets, raised his eyes and was grateful to see him.

Staring at the young man in front of him who was still silent, John slowly approached. Slightly tilted his head, voiced in a low voice with concern, “Are you okay Louis?”

Slightly widening his eyes, Louis quickly turned around, his back to the man, said in a voice that sounded a little nervous, “I-I'm fine, don't worry John.”

Still a little disbelieving at the words of the young man in front of him, but John thought forcing him to be useless, so all he could do was sigh softly, smile a little while trying to restore the atmosphere, “If Louis says so.”

Feeling that he was able to control himself, Louis dared to turn his body again, facing John who was still faithful with a small smile. With his face still faintly red, Louis slowly took the flower crown he had arranged earlier, handed it to the man who slightly widened his eyes at the sight.

“I didn't do it on purpose. If John wants, John can take it,” he said, looking away.

Slightly widening his eyes, staring in disbelief at the young man in front of him who still faithfully turned his red face, John certainly didn't expect to get something like this. It wasn't just that this was the first time Louis had given something like this, so of course, he was surprised.

After a few moments trying to control his surprise, John let out a smile, reached out to take the flower crown, “thank you, Louis, you are very good at making it. It's beautiful.”

Louis who heard that could only be silent with a face that was getting redder, trying to calm himself, Louis dared to turn to look at John who was still admiring his artificial flower crown. Shaking slowly, Louis came closer, pulled the crown from John's hand, and put it on his head, “this is where it should be.”

John who saw that could only be silent, with his face starting to turn red when he saw the young man in front of him smile sweetly while fixing the position of the flower crown on his head.

“I don't think this suits me, Louis,”

“Where did it come from? John fits that well.”

“I think there are more suitable to wear it,” he said as he took off the flower crown on his head and put it on the young man in front of him who was now widening his eyes, “you look very beautiful with that crown Louis,” he continued with a gentle smile.

DEG!

Ahh, Louis hates this. Always like this, the man would smile making Louis speechless. And unfortunately, Louis never remembered if this had ever happened before. All he knew was that his body would react like this when he saw it. One more reason why Louis hates his illness even more. If only this disease had never existed maybe he would not feel this miserable.

But on the one hand, Louis is grateful, because with this Louis can meet him, can spend his boring days with him. It's just that that makes Louis regret it, why should it be with this disease? Why should I forget these memories? Louis hated it, hated it so much.

Seeing the young man in front of him just silent with a dreamy look, John immediately understood what he was thinking. For John, the young man's illness was also very annoying. Forget about what just happened? Even if it occurs in a short period? Seriously. John wanted to curse and take the disease away from him. But all he can do is mourn and regret his incompetence.

Sometimes John wonders, why the young man? Why did he have to suffer this fate? What was his fault and sin to make him suffer to have this disease? If I may wish John would exchange his life for the life of this young man. Let him suffer as long as it's sen yum this young man stays in his face.

“John?”

“E-eh ah y-yes Louis?” awakened from his daydream, John turned his face to look at the caller who was looking at him with a look of obvious confusion.

“Not only did I call you earlier but you didn't answer, is there a problem?”

Again John was silent hearing the young man's question made him think of a few moments ago. Trying to control his thoughts, John let out his usual smile as he said in a soft voice, “It's nothing, Louis. So why did Louis call?”

“Ah, that's um..” with his face turning red again, Louis justified himself to continue the words that had stopped, “that… will John keep this flower crown?”

Staring at Louis while widening his eyes, John asked in a small voice, “Can I ask why?” Seeing the young man's expression change sadly, John quickly continued his words, “ah, I don't mean I don't want to just be curious,” he said in a tone that was getting slower.

Laughing a little, seeing the doctor in front of him looking panicked, Louis could feel a different kind of warmth when he was with his two brothers and other people. Strange? Indeed. But for Louis seeing all the reactions and emotions of the man in front of him was powerful medicine, which could make his mood come back again.

John who heard a chuckle from the young man let out a smile, this time softer than before. He loved hearing the young man's laughter. Such an innocent and pure laugh. It's a shame that the laughter won't be heard for long or often, even though John wants to hear it, if necessary every time he wants to hear it.

“Louis, you don't have to be sad. It hurts when you forget and can't remember anymore, but as long as there is me, and other people around you who you don't realize love you so much, everything will be fine,” he said as he raised his hand, bringing to gently caress the slightly gaunt cheek of the young man in front of him, who now widen his eyes.

“No matter what happens, no matter how much you forget, I will fill it with other memories, which are better, sweeter, and make you happier than before. I promise with all the memories that are well engraved in my memory and heart,” he continued.

He slowly brought his face closer to kiss the young man's forehead who was now silent while widening his eyes, staring in disbelief at what he heard. A sentence that other people thought might be too much, but somehow Louis thought it was what he needed right now. Louis is not a crybaby and not the type of person who always needs poetic words in his life. But only this time Louis wanted to be selfish, he wanted to be a crybaby, asking the man who now carried him in his warm embrace to keep saying those comforting words until he fell asleep, until he forgot about it, again.

“John thank you may not be enough for you, but if I may be selfish can I ask you to always say it when I sleep? When I'm about to forget everything can you just keep saying it?”

“Any time, even if Louis didn't ask for it or was tired and tired of hearing it, I would keep saying it. Forget it a thousand times but I will still say it a thousand times so that your heart will remember it even if your mind doesn't.”

And there John heard that sad voice again, screaming and cursing at his current state until he finally fell asleep. Hugging him gently, very carefully John brought the young man back into his room, put him on his bed, pulled up the blanket, and looked back at his innocent face.

“Forget it as much as you want, because I will keep telling you. Good night Louis, tomorrow, let's make more memories for you,” he whispered in the ear of the sleeping youth, hoping that his words would be conveyed to the youth's subconscious, which seemed to have succeeded, resulting in a small smile on his lips. Seeing the young man sleeping soundly made John close his eyes too and fell asleep next to him while smiling the same little smile like him.

Let them rest tonight from the circle of destiny that binds them. Let the moon shine on them and the sound of the ticking clock that accompanies them. Let them sleep because tomorrow there will be a white canvas that must be colored again with bright and cheerful colors.

Although in the end, the color will fade again, again and again.

HAPPY READING Y'ALL!

Tonight

Pair : Sherlock x William (SherLiam)

That night I had committed my biggest sin, no, I had indeed sinned all this time, but this time it was different. I have made the angel fall. The purest angel that should have remained in Heaven has now descended into the Underwold, a place for demons like me. His wings are now broken, cannot be grown again. His pure white fur had now been replaced with hard skin without any softness at all.

I, the evil demon, have turned the guardian angel into a murderous demon. I tried to knock him out, but without a second thought he knocked himself down before showtime.

And I'm the trigger.

Why should you jump in first? Why not wait for me to push you down? Why must you sacrifice your beautiful wings for this sinful demon like me?

Too many unanswered questions. The night is still long but I don't think I want this to end like that.

I'm too afraid of tomorrow's sunlight. I will not be able to endure if I see and feel it. Not because I'm the kind of creature who rules the night who likes to choose his victims every full moon. But because I was too afraid of the heat and heat that would hit me.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not afraid of the consequences. I'm not afraid if suddenly the black creature knocks on the door of my soul and takes me away. I am not afraid.

I'm just not ready to see the angel, not supposed to be the former angel again. Even I would not be able to imagine his figure alone. Too many black stains that I inscribed for him. Too many red ink strokes that I made on the white pages. So many that I didn't even think I'd create a scribble that impressed too deeply, for me or him.

Now he is no longer the one writing in his diary. However, I was the one who filled it out. I'm the one writing the story now. I control it. Me, me and me!

Laugh you guys. Laugh at my pathetic self. Laugh until you spit out your guts and your jaws fall out of place. fill this air with carbon from your dirty lungs. Whisper this space with your snake-like hiss. Fill this place with your dirty presence. And spread the stinging mist with your crippled hearts.

Because above all I will make you feel it. I will let you harvest the fruit from the tree you planted. Trees have run rampant in various places to see it tight. Let you feel the tightness they feel.

Now it's my turn to laugh. Laugh at the sobs and lamentations of your black mind. Now the angel has fallen and cannot save you. I have chained him in the same sin like me. I hope he will be willing to cut back his wings and re-scratch the existing pages with more concentrated ink than what I had given him.

Now all that was left was an endless curse with no healing potion.

The forbidden fruit has been picked, fallen, and eaten by Adam. San Snake laughed. The Eve could only watch in silence. His face was bright and cheerful, but his heart was gripped by regret and the torture of endless crying.

Somebody help me.

Let me go.

Let me leave everything and mourn my sin in eternal silence. Without anyone. With no compassion.

Forever.

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The night was long and gripping for the figure. The true figure of the terror that London is feeling lately. The figure, the Lord of Crime himself is now washing his face in the bathroom in his private room.

A shabby and tired face was depicted in the mirror in front of him. The eyes that used to shine were now replaced with emptiness. His body was injured and his mind was locked in deep sorrow. Tears even refused to come out of his ruby red diamond. He had made a big mistake today.

Everything went smoothly according to the plan he had carefully drawn up, but unfortunately, he still made mistakes, even fatal ones. He didn't expect the detective to release the trigger so quickly.

Now he had to tidy up his plans again. Now he, inevitably, had to drag the detective directly into the stage of his play.

Now no more cat mouse games. Now is the time for him to move on, to the next scene. He will finish everything now. It's about time he closed the curtain on this bloody show. A little bit of adding a red flaming effect will help in the dramatization of this final show.

“I'll end it right now. All the actors have got their roles. All the backgrounds have been neatly made. Now is the time for the antagonist to meet the protagonist and finish this story.”

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Welcome ladies and gentlemen. The curtain on the final story is about to open. Will the devil get his wish this time? Or the angel who will pull the demon into the world above with him? No one knows, not even the actors themselves know.

Now, what will you do? Pushing the devil or pulling the angel? And will this red saga end?

Nobody knows.