Live and Let Die: Chapter 6 by trajektoria, literature
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Live and Let Die: Chapter 6
BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossover
Chapter 6: Let me entertain you
Several hours later Sherlock found himself in an elevator going to the bottom level of the Remake Centre. Somehow he had survived the preparation stage and fitting the costume, but just barely. It had been very hard not to shout abuse at his incompetent stylist and her pathetic helpers. Still, under the circumstances Sherlock had remained shockingly nice and patient, keeping his mouth shut and letting his crew do their job in faint hope that they actually knew what they were doing. Now he regretted it bitterly.
He never felt so utterly idiotic in his entire life. The
Live and Let Die: Chapter 5 by trajektoria, literature
Literature
Live and Let Die: Chapter 5
BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossover
Chapter 5: Broken body built anew, spirit lingers - torn in two
Fingertips, tweezers, sponges maiming his soft and milky skin. Dabbing, plucking, stroking, scratching, rubbing, caressing, massaging. An endless torture. Sherlock closed his eyes shut tightly just to block the image of the three garish and disgusting figures that were dancing all around him. His prep team - a trio of fluorescent, babbling idiots with shrill, affected voices - were violating his body in every possible way. Sherlock stood completely naked in a sterile room, enduring patiently their efforts to make him meet Capitol's stand
Live and Let Die: Chapter 4 by trajektoria, literature
Literature
Live and Let Die: Chapter 4
BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossover
Chapter 4: Seven devils all around you
When Sally entered the compartment, the TV was already on. The recap of the reapings was about to start. Sherlock and Jim glanced at her briefly as she sat on the couch beside the other Tribute. The boy peered at her with distaste, twisting his lips in contempt, but the mentor seemed pleased. He liked it when the lamb put up a fight before being slaughtered. It was more fun that way.
The anthem blasted out like always and the presentation of the Tributes for the 74th Annual Hunger Games began. Sherlock leaned closer to the screen, his hands clasped under his ch
Live and Let Die: Chapter 3 by trajektoria, literature
Literature
Live and Let Die: Chapter 3
BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossover
Chapter 3: If you want survival, kneel on my arrival
The rest of the allotted time Sherlock spent alone, trying to regain his calm. Meetings with Mycroft always got on his nerves. But he realised that this time his brother was right. It would be foolish to disregard the other Tributes before actually getting to know their strong and weak points. Sherlock needed to gather as much information as possible and then prepare a plan, which would lead him to victory. Even for a second he didn't dwell on the possibility that he might forfeit his life. Impossible.
The door opened again, but it wasn't his brot
Live and Let Die: Chapter 2 by trajektoria, literature
Literature
Live and Let Die: Chapter 2
BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossover
Chapter 2: There's nothing left, so save your breath
When the anthem ended, there was no time for idle chit-chat. Nobody reprimanded Sherlock on his inappropriate conduct, though the mayor shot him an unfriendly glance. The newly chosen District 3 Tributes were ushered into the Justice Building and then lead into their respective rooms.
Sherlock lived in luxury on the daily basis, so the interior of his temporary residence didn't make any impression on him. If anything, he found it rather tasteless. The reddish, worn-out carpet clashed with garish green upholstery of the armchairs and the golden can
Live and Let Die: Chapter 1 by trajektoria, literature
Literature
Live and Let Die: Chapter 1
BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossover
Chapter 1: We are soldiers, stand or die
"Happy 74th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Irene Adler, the seductive District 3 escort, announced in a silky voice that made most of the haggard men and older teenagers gathered in the square shift uncomfortably. Not Sherlock Holmes though. He found the woman disgusting with her skimpy, velvet dress black as coal, her sensual red lips and huge blue eyes encircled by provocative make-up. And he simply couldn't stand her haircut, which was shamelessly inviting to take out all the pins and find out how her hair would look spread across t