That moment when you get a really good fanfic idea
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That moment when you get a really good fanfic idea
Hey! Was scrolling the Sherlock tag and felt like being nice - The Heart In The Whole by verityburns on AO3 is a good one :)
i've only read the first chapter but omg thank you so much this is wonderful! c:
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(6:12am) (Sherlock Holmes) - Did I wake you up? -SH
(6:13am) (John Watson) - I was already awake.
(6:13am) (Sherlock Holmes) - I'll text earlier next time then. -SH
(6:14am) (John Watson) - I will legit buy a collar and leash before meeting you if I have to.
(6:15am) (Sherlock Holmes) - I'll growl. -SH
John read the message twice before deciding the answer was meant to be humorous and actually laughing.
(6:16am) (John Watson) - Imagine explaining to your bro why I've got animal supplies and you're growling.
(6:16am) (Sherlock Holmes) - Experiment, of course. -SH
(6:17am) (John Watson) - Sounds like I've stumbled on a really bad kinky porno.
(6:17am) (Sherlock Holmes) - I'm under the impression that this is a bad time to mention that I own a riding crop. -SH
Mildly concerning.
(6:18am) (John Watson) - I dunno how to respond to that.
(6:18am) (Sherlock Holmes) - Growl. -SH
"SHERLOCK, YOU ARE BLOODY BRILLIANT!" "OH, GOD, I'M BLEEDING," Sherlock yelled, pointing at a cut on his arm. "THAT'S WHY I SAID BLOODY!" "OH, GOD, I'M GOING TO DIE!" he screamed.
NO BUT FLATMATE YOU WRITE THE BEST FANFICTION EVER
i just spent 17 chapters reading this amazing fic
and john just proposed to mary
no
stop it
goddammit
fuck you i can't read this anymore
OMG ANOTHER SHERLOCK TIME TRAVEL FIC
here you go, Lizzy.
Mycroft resisted an eye roll. Ridiculous.
Sherlock had done this ever since they were children, but the objects had varied. When he was three, it was his yellow-sweatered teddy bear. At nine, his chemistry set. At fifteen, it was his pride.
And now: his flatmate. Mycroft saw the familiar subtle yet dangerous look of possessiveness in Sherlock's pale blue eyes.
Why his little brother felt the need to protect John he had no idea— he had no intention of hurting him.
But, admittedly, he was rather pleased to see the same look blazing out at him in John's eyes.