Feb 7, 2020
The Love Song of Dr. John H. Watson by Kate_Lear
Johnlock Love Letters #1838
John takes Sherlock out for the evening on Valentine's Day.
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The Love Song of Dr. John H. Watson by Kate_Lear
Johnlock Love Letters #1838
John takes Sherlock out for the evening on Valentine's Day.
Oh god, the legendary Kate Lear just dropped a Good Omens fic I’ve just died of joy!
I cannot with the feels.
Oh my god, Among the Secret Things, Kate Lear's remix of Coloredink's wonderful Lacuna from Sherlock's POV. It's beautiful, brilliant and intelligent and full of my favorite thing -- lovesick, pining Sherlock. The longing, the pain, auuuuugh. Just. Go read it.
‘But you could have said something. I mean, they’re all incredibly rich and successful, and some of them have apparently accumulated enough money and power to run Western Europe. Or maybe… Christ, maybe they’re already doing it and it’s just that no-one’s noticed…’ Despite his tension, Sherlock looked very much like he was repressing laughter. ‘Do you realise you’re saying that out loud?’ he asked, pulling John along as he ducked out of the crowded, buzzing room and into an unoccupied one.
~ Winter’s Delights by Kate Lear
Written for this prompt on the sherlockbbc_fic kinkmeme: ‘John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.’
‘What? Sherlock, of course I want to have dinner with them. I think they’re lovely. Slightly crazy, and all ridiculously talented, and possibly planning world domination… but lovely.’
~ Winter’s Delights by Kate Lear
Don’t be ridiculous, John told himself, willing the hairs on the back of his neck to stop prickling. You can’t keep having this reaction to every short, designer-suited man you meet.
~ Winter’s Delights by Kate Lear
But now Sherlock was glaring at the door, looking flushed and upset and like he was seriously considering striding out there and impaling Mycroft on his own umbrella.
~ Winter’s Delights by Kate Lear