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hiraeth

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Time 1h 39m

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hiraeth: To some, it implies the meaning of missing a time, an era, or a person - including homesickness for what may not exist any longer or has never existed at all. 

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He didn't long for home, never had, then he met her and she didn't quite become his home, but she reminded him of what home was and suddenly he was longing for something he never had.

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-"you make me feel as if I'm basking in soft sunlight even though there are storms raging on behind that front door." 

-"you are ethereal, this enigma wrapped in grace and beauty seeps from the cracks in your facade. I am entirely entranced by the the way you move and how your mind works."All Rights Reserved

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The Surgeon's Kismet ( Book 2 Gal GadotxFem) by Elysia_Arcane

Hiraeth-(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. 5 years. 1,825 days. 43,825 hours. Enough time for Lily Spencer to come to her senses. Not the case. Not for someone that built her own Roman Empire after leaving everything behind her. Not for an aspiring pediatrics surgeon. But what happens when Lily's past come in the form of a Hellion with endless promises and a determination to right the wrongs? Could Lily's battered heart survive whilst treading a thin line between past and future? Is it time to come home? Sequel to Billionaire's Woman. Warning: contains sexual content

To seek a Great Perhaps - A Sherlock Fanfic by NeverEndingMoomin

And now, sat in the flat looking at the gun in his hands, feeling it jeer at him, his fingers itch. To feel the release as the bullet tore into him. Would he feel the pain? Or would it be too quick? Hovering between life and death was Sherlock's favourite place, and yet he despised it. His fingers curl against the cold metal and he feels his grip tighten on the trigger. Any second now he would give in to temptation, and all that would be left was brain matter splattered up the walls. Basically Sherlock has an obsession with his own death/wants to die but not really. It's really not as dark as it sounds, honestly. There are references to Suicide, not just Reichenbach, so if that's a trigger maybe don't read this.

Unbelieving (A Johnlock Fanfiction) by TheSherlockedOne

Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

Monachopsis • Harry Potter • Book II by ronanawayfromitall

DISCONTINUED (check out ARCANE, the rewrite) Monachopsis [mon - ach - op - sis] (n.) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you'd be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home. PoA- GoF Completed? ✔ Incomplete? Edited? Unedited? ✔

It's Not Real by WestwoodsDevil

"I need a favour." "Do come in, Sherlock, of course I'm happy to see you, anything I can help you with?" "Yes. I just said, I need a favour." "I was being sarcastic." "Really? Well, I still need a favour. Will you help?" "I don't even know what you want." "I need you to be my girlfriend." {fake dating fic - we pretty much ignore half of series 4}

Breaking the ice {Mystrade} by WholockedEllie

After the Sherrinford incident, Mycroft finds himself lost, cold and afraid. But mostly bored. Luckily for him, one phonecall from a certain Detective Inspector is about to change that. However, scars of the past don't fade easily. Could this new interaction melt the iceman, or break him forever?

Little Game Of Ours [BBC Sherlock Fanfiction] by DenimRain

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$Can't Handle A Broken Heart - Mycroft Fanfic {COMPLETE} by FfayeryTail_v1$

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I never loved myself like I love you by nverchnge

"He deserves effortless, pure love," William utters quietly. It seems even the rain has subsided in order to listen to his whispered confession. "But I cannot shroud his world in light, when mine is so thoroughly shrouded in darkness. My candle's flame died long ago and the matches are soaked, drenched in the blood I have spilled. I cannot dare to love him, not with this tainted heart, for I am afraid of extinguishing his flame as well." * William wakes up after the fall, feeling lost when faced with this new-found freedom. Sherlock confronts his feelings after running from them for so long.

Sentiment ➳ Sherlock x Reader by SeraSki

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Hiraeth-(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. 5 years. 1,825 days. 43,825 hours. Enough time for Lily Spencer to come to her senses. Not the case. Not for someone that built her own Roman Empire after leaving everything behind her. Not for an aspiring pediatrics surgeon. But what happens when Lily's past come in the form of a Hellion with endless promises and a determination to right the wrongs? Could Lily's battered heart survive whilst treading a thin line between past and future? Is it time to come home? Sequel to Billionaire's Woman. Warning: contains sexual content