Miriada

Tittle: Summer Solstice for a Vulcan Angel
Artist: ariadnechan
Series: Tos/STR
Rating: PG (basically is a threesome in disguise no?)
Notes: Happy Holidays! It is 3 am, I made a freebee because the second art of my advent will take some time good news I have a beta for the new part!
and yes Spock needs green Wings because he is a Vulcan and he had a big heart for both of his Jims. and it is summer because in my country is summer and I think in Vulcan too.



I love you all and I hope you'll have the best of days!

Title: “The Captain John Watson.”
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC.
Characters: 1650 approx
Summary: Kidnapped again? John was not amused, maybe his captors didn’t know the problem they were in.
Warnings: Bamf John, quote chose in Spanish, but with translation.
Word Count: 1650 approx.
Author's Notes: Prompt forwatsons_woes #27: Like Gold To Airy Thinness Beat :
Pick up the book you're currently reading (or the closest one to you). Pick a random page, and find a description or simile. Use that - and be sure to tell us what your original description is, and what's the source:
I said to you that English is my second language right, well this is what you get, but don’t worry I translated in the first paragraph of the fic.

“Como dormía de espaldas, no lo sorprendió la posición en que volvía a
reconocerse, pero en cambio el olor a humedad, a piedra rezumante de
filtraciones, le cerró la garganta y lo obligó a comprender. Inútil abrir los ojos y
mirar en todas direcciones; lo envolvía una oscuridad absoluta. Quiso enderezarse
y sintió las sogas en las muñecas y los tobillos. Estaba estaqueado en el suelo, en
un piso de lajas helado y húmedo. El frío le ganaba la espalda desnuda, las
piernas. Con el mentón buscó torpemente el contacto con su amuleto, y supo que
se lo habían arrancado.”

Julio Cortazar “La Noche Boca Arriba” page 5. (This autor is very good)

Author's Notes 2: The first paragraph of this fic is the translation of this with the addition of John on it.
Beta: Now betaed by the amazing mildred_bobbin.
Master Fic for this challenge: on LJ
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Title: “A Lost Comet Like You.”
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC and Granada
Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Bill Murray.
Summary: The lives of four men would be tied up trough time with a comet in a defining moment of their lives.
Warnings: Magic realism, a slight au. Some war angst.
Word Count: 550 approx.
Author's Notes: Prompt of watsons_woes #21, Lost Comet :
Lost comet. Use however this inspires you - whether it's the phrase,
the idea, or an actual 'lost' comet, such as the one rediscovered in
1894 (among other years) and its apparition in 2009.
Beta: mildred_bobbin


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Title: "The Birthday."
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC.
Characters: John Watson; Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Harriet Watson, Watson’s parents, Sherlock Holmes, Mary in passing.
Summary: "Dante had said that at 35 you were half way to the grave. Even when in his time there were a few who really live until 70. Now that John were reaching 40 he wondered if he was really there in the middle of his life."
Warnings: Some little angst, retrospective, character study.
Word Count: 730 approx.
Author's Notes: watsons_woes Prompt #15:
Almost halfway there! Miles to go before we sleep! - Use however this inspires you.
Beta: Edited: Now is betaed by my friend trista_zevkia

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Title: “I Had Bad Days.”
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC.
Characters: John Watson, Bill Murray and Fifth in passing
Summary: “Whatever ability he learnt it was never enough. Bad days always can get worse, more people died, and John couldn't stop them all so he didn't stop learning. With more skills than he was required to have, John was eventually transferred to special ops.”
Warnings: War environment and situations.
Word Count: 505 approx.
Author's Notes: watsons_woes Prompt #13:
One of those days: Murphy's Law says that when things can go wrong, they will.
This one is a companion piece of “The Captain, John Watson.” As a little prequel of that one.
Beta: Edited betead but my friend the amazing trista_zevkia

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Title: "His Bach"
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters: Sherlock and John, Sherlock/John
Summary: “John with time looked out for the piece in Internet and he named it Sherlock's Bach.”
Warnings: None Now betaed!!
Word Count: 500 approx
Author's Notes: Written for the watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #10: Musical prompt: Chaconne for violin alone (J. S. Bach, Partita for solo violin No. 2 in D minor, BWV 1004 watch this one ).

This fic is a gift for my friend daysofstorm on tumblr

Beta: Thanks for the input thesmallhobbit and Thanks to my amazing friend trista_zevkia for the beta.
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Title: The Sun's Heir
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes and related fandoms except Elementary.
Characters: Bill Murray, John Watson, The Sun.
Summary: “The night passed and he didn’t open his eyes, but Bill knew that the sun would make it all better.”
Warnings: A little bit of war situation, some angst and Magic realism.
Word Count: 285
Author's Notes: Sixth Prompt of watsons_woes
Beta: Thanks a lot trista_zevkia


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William Murray saw Steve fall even as he called out to him. Little Steve was dead before the captain got there and Bill knew it. So he called on Watson to save himself, to take refuge. Their captain never left a man behind.


“No” he had cried out and Bill couldn't give him cover enough.


When the fight was over, Captain Watson was alive and little Steve was not. The captain was unconscious and Bill was unable to wake him up. He took him to cover and found a way to extract the bullet from his shoulder before cleaning the wound with water he didn’t have to spare; he didn’t know what more to do. Bill used the bandages out of Watson’s pack to stop the red flowing out of him.


The night passed and he didn’t open his eyes, but Bill knew that the sun would make it all better. John was the sun; his hair reflected its rays, his smile shone with its warmth, his embrace was fire, and his touch gave life. If his Captain was a child of the sun, then the only thing to do was to wait for his father to rise so the good captain would heed his father’s call and rise with it.


The morning came with the different colours of the sunrise matching those crossing the feverish face of John Watson. When the morning sun filled the sky, Bill heard a gasp and a litany; “Please God let me live.”


Then Bill could feel his stress and sorrow fading away because the captain was pleading to his father the sun; and a father would never leave such a son to die there, so far from home.

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