“My dearest John. I will leave this for you to find in case my plan goes awry. You are my heart, John, and I will not let him hurt you. I will not let him burn you. You are my heart, and he cannot touch you, not while I have breath in my body to stop him.
You were fantastic. We were fantastic. I will love you with every atom in my being until I am nothing but dust.
I remain yours, faithfully and until we both shall die,
-Sherlock Holmes”
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST RIP MY HEART OUT PLEASE
“I’m not sure,” Sherlock begins, more excited than hesitant, “but I think I want to kiss you.”
John stares at him.
Sherlock inches closer.
“Not until you’ve cleaned the fridge,” John says flatly. “We have a literally bloody fridge, Sherlock. That’s not good.”
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I’M JUST LAYING HERE FLAILING MY ARMS AROUND
So I thought ”Hey, let’s have Sherlock and John buy Molly a bday present. Sherlock’s gift will be practical but inappropriate and John’s appropriate and “dull.” Yes, fun, how fluffy and nice.
But then.
What if Molly has sisters? What if she had two sisters, one older and another younger, named Lucy and Mary?
What if Mary Hooper had just gotten married and was now Mary Morstan?
And John meets Mary at the party and what the hell happens from there?
There’s going to be feels.
Affairs.
Sherlolly.
Mary/John.
No Johnlock.
Sorry, but I need a NONJOHNLOCK FIC RIGHT NOW, OKAY.
Thoughts?
THAT THERE ARE DELETED SCENES!?
OH GOD.
When I get home from work… I will read them ALL. YES.
Alas! Captain Holmes has foundeth himself a wench. He hath found himself a relief for his sexual frustration among the local whore. He will do finely.
“Oh. Lovely. You’re picking me up and apparently can’t hear a word I say.” John had accepted his fate the moment Sherlock stepped into the room. Whatever he was doing, he wouldn’t stop until it was satisfied, unfortunately, that usually meant bad things for someone. In this case, John. His five foot seven inches of army glory was lost when all six foot three inches of Sherlock decided he wanted John elsewhere.
This would be the third time Sherlock had hoisted him off the ground. The first two had ended up with both of them bruised and this time wasn’t looking much different.
So basically, you should read this because lol, Sherlock is being a pirate.
The end.
Link in the source.
A cover I made for Ivyblossom’s The Quiet Man.
I was intending on making a Sherlock-related “SOON…” thing, but… well… then I got distracted by screenshots and feels.
Thus, this has happened.
thisdivision replied to your post: Oh my goodness.
Please tell me you’re writing porn.LOL no, I was at work! Sadly I can’t write all day, I have to go earn the bacon and all that, pay the bills, etc. etc. No porn-writing yet. I’l keep you informed.
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Does anyone know of a reasonably well written Sherlock fanfic involving a depressed drugged out Sherlock and a caring yet ragey John?
This is a thing I am craving.
Help a sista out?
I am sobbing my eyes out. Still.
God, that fic. It hurts me. Every part of me hurts.
Oh my god, I was no prepared for this.
Read it. Read it.
It’s amazing, but oh my god… I was not expecting what happened.
I’m sobbing.
Off to cry some more.
It’s a series~.
Starts out with Sherlock reading articles on sleep and deciding that he needs to conduct his own sleep experiments. :]
I’m having trouble not flailing around while reading this.
About every three sentences I squeel and flap.
Read, Pause, breathe. Repeat.
It hasn’t been updated.
The summary of the last chapter was “Until then, we wait.”
Never before have I seen a more accurate description of fanfiction.
*sigh*
