Let it Burn

This is a very tiny list, read ending notes below. I'll be adding thêm songs as I find them! If song has been used, there will be a link to the fic.


Rebellion/Battle
The Pretender - Foo Fighters
Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
Discord - Tombstone Remix
Burn It Down - Linkin Park
Re-Education (Through Labour) - Rise Against
Satellite - Rise Against
Riot - Three Days Grace

Self-worth
King - Lauren Aquilina
Sleepwalking - Bring Me The Horizon
Shadow Moses - Bring Me The Horizon
Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park
Audience of One - Rise Against

Mentor to mentee
You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

Flashbacks
New Divide -...

I've decided to do a sort of 30 ngày Sherlock challenge with myself (only I probably won't đăng tải every day) where I write 30 short one-shots about Sherlock. They'll probably mostly be angsty and sad because I like that, and some might be Johnlock. If you're wondering why this is part 2, it's 'cause I'm including link as part 1.
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After Sherlock fell, everything went dark. John dimly remembers gloved hands, probably belonging to one of the paramedics, gripping him tightly as he sagged towards the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from the broken body. But his vision was going dark, his...

Rated X. For good reason.



Fang bit into the cupcake, Aisling looking at him hopefully.
"How is it? Is it good? OH MY GOD SAY SOMETHING."
Fang blinked, staring at her. He then doubled over, puking into the garbage can. Aisling winced at this, patting Fang's back.
"You... Poisoned me... I'm going... To die." Fang laid on the floor, his face practically green.
"I'm sorry." Aisling looked down. Fang kissed her leg, making her squeak and jump.
"WHAT THE HELL F-F-ang... " Fang had now sat up, kissing up her leg. He grabbed her arm, pulling her down.
"Don't be sorry." He đã đưa ý kiến softly, pulling off Ash's skirt....

Just a one-shot I wrote today because I was bored. Fandom is Sherlock, and it's set during Reichenbach. Semi-AU. Warning: death. Oh and it's stream-of-consciousness, which is why it seems kind of jumbled and fragmented.
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Agony. Burning. Heat of a million flames. Panic. Pain.
I'm here.
No--no--
Sherlock. I'm here.
Pain--
Sherlock!
Struggling to open my eyes, blinking out the blood seeping into my vision. Fiery pain, pain everywhere. Easier to keep them closed.
J-John--
I'm here, Sherlock. I'm here.
Sweat, blood, dirt, become one with the shrieking agony. I'm ready...

Here it is, Chasing Shadows! Oh and I suggest bạn read Knights link and link) first, hoặc else this part won't make sense. And this takes place in the current timeline (as in right now, February 2013) whereas Knights was when I originally đã đăng it on the other club (so June hoặc July of 2012). Just thought I'd clarify.
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She was in the third bed, sitting up propped on her good elbow, the other arm in a treo lên, sling resting on her chest. She gave a faint smile as he approached the only occupied infirmary bed, her soft turquoise eyes meeting his icy gray ones. “How are you...

    For all of bạn who have studied psychology, then bạn are all well aware of Sigmund Freud's dream theory. Freud believed that dreams were trying to tell bạn what your subconscious felt. He believed that a dream had both the manifest content, meaning it is what the dreams seems to be saying, and the latent content, which is what the dream is really trying to say.
    I've never really been a firm believer of dream analysis, but after awaking this morning from a strange dream that seemed to be an epiphany for me, the tables have turned. I now believe...

Kind of depressing two-shot with Vic and Marion (Sherlock OCs). Not really any warnings in this part, but there’s gonna be some cussing in the tiếp theo one.
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How can I tell bạn how I feel, when I don’t even know myself?
How can I say I miss you, when every một giây bạn were there I only wanted bạn gone?
How can I say I’m close by, when really I couldn’t be thêm far?
And how can I say that, say I’m telling the truth, when deep down I know it’s all a lie?
--VW

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He remembers what it was like before. He remembers...

A little one-shot fun times with Victor and Marion! Fandom is BBC Sherlock, and WARNING: CUSSING. LOTS. Yeah, that’s all as far as warnings go. Oh just some clarification: this is around 8 months post-Reichenbach (if bạn don't know what that means, look it up) and let's just say Marion didn't take the incident too well...
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Vic rolled his eyes, staring out of the foggy window of the cab as it careened through the sodden streets of London. He felt the gray eyes of his brother on him, but he purposely ignored John, pretending to have found something...

They say things change for the best. I don't really understand why there is a need for change. Some things are better left unchanged in my opinion. I liked the life I once had. Living in my apartment, not having a care in the world, only supporting myself, and my lady at the moment. I could adapt to any change……or at least I thought I could.
    Ava came to me on giáng sinh Eve and told me that she was pregnant with my future baby. Well, what could I say? "There must be a mistake….I always use protection. Are bạn sure I'm the father? Must bạn keep it?" Of course I...

~Fallen~
“Bruce!”
The nine-year-old’s voice was still shrilly ringing in his ear drums, louder than the roar of the batmobile screeching off in the darkness towards Wayne Manor. Out of the three children in his car, only two were conscious. The third, the ward he’d only taken in a few months ago, was twitching violently in her sleep-like state, sweat running in droplets down her pale forehead. Only phút cách đây had occurred the explosion that had put her like this-- the explosion that had also ripped one of his other partners away from him.
“Bruce,” a harsh whisper came through to...

"I'm a búp bê barbie girl, in the barbie's world, life in plastic, t's fa"........"oh yeah, Sam hmm..good morning!" "I just can't stand her búp bê barbie stuffs anymore" murmured Jake to Amy.
Sam from the other side"good morning! having your breakfast, right?"
Lizzy-"hahaha, oh sorry. OK now tell bạn wanna tell something?"
Sam-"yeah, wea re holding out a small party on new years ngày at my house and i was wondering if bạn all could come here. Hope bạn all dont have any new plans on that day, eh?"
Lizzy-"hmm...that's a kinda great plan but still I have gotta ask Amy and Jake about it"
Sam-"Okay, take your time,...

Pairing: Ashton and Finn (genderbent Aisling and Fin) from Young Justice OC's
Rating: M. It's smut, for fuck's sake.
Hope bạn likeeee~
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A blaze of light erupted from the zeta tube, but no one was present to greet the two figures who stepped into the cave. Two boys, one short and slender, the other tall--at least six feet-- and solid, his muscles well defined. Both were wearing heavy coats bundled tightly around their bodies, the hoods pulled over their heads, which was highly unusual as Happy Harbor was currently experiencing another scorching heat wave. In fact, the cave...