#our fic

[unwillingadventurer]

The Meeting

Holmes and Watson meet Raffles and Bunny on a train.

Our new fic inspired by these caps.

[mapleymood]

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“Don’t question yourself. You’ve got good instincts. And—”

“What?” She sounded sharper than she’d meant, if not as sharp as she felt—sharp to the point of brittleness, frozen. A cracked and jagged plate of ice he was treading on.

Soft-footed, like that made any difference. Unless it made all the difference: his smile had dropped, but his eyes met hers. “And you know about it,” he told her. “You always have.”

[Nancy and Steve, after everything. But everything, of course, is never over.]

Sequel to 'tis locked inside my memory, cowritten with @thelonelybrilliance!

[deezneezz-2]

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CHAPTER 2 IS UP!!! :D ENJOY!!!

[margaretintherain]

Whispered Confessions

E Rated • The Mentalist • collaboration between @whereyourtreasureis and @margaretintherain • one-shot • 11k

Another day at the office has Patrick Jane on an important investigation. What lingerie is Teresa Lisbon wearing today? That's it, that's the plot. Set in season 7. Established Jisbon.

“Your excitement originates in the assumption that your little secret will excite me,” Jane said. Studying her, he grinned and gave a tiny nod. Something in her face must have told him he was right. He traced her body with his gaze, and suddenly, recognition and a different kind of excitement flickered in his eyes; an Eureka moment. Damn, he already had it. She had known it would only be a matter of time—but this fast? “It’s something that you bought for yourself, but that the two of us will enjoy, yes?” he asked, obviously fighting to keep his voice down. Teresa subtly licked her lower lip. “Maybe.”

Written for @someonesaidcake

[laolafi]

It was on the curb at the corner where the cab had dropped them off that Tom was first hit by a whiff of home. Not some abstract, romanticised concept of "Irish Air", but the very real, distinct scent that lingered over Na Saoirsí so thickly it could be cut with a knife. Most people wouldn't describe it as pleasant at all, most people even abhorred it, but to Tom's nose, it was like a warm and mollifying embrace that still lingered in his childhood memories and his homesickness: the scent of malt and hops and fermentation ever emanating from the brewery, the beating heart of the neighbourhood. If Sybil, for lack of nostalgia, found herself less than enthusiastic about the olfactory backdrop, she didn't show it.

Prophetic words, written about a year ago (prologue of Til Death Do Us Part) & now I'm making a home less than 200m away from the brewery enveloped by that very smell.

[aloofsociopathvibe]

@alittlebitsensitive and i wrote a phic together!!! we simply could not stop thinking about what phil said during the phroposal, so we had to write out an alternate scenario in which phil's assumption was RIGHT

Title: i might go outside Rating: E No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Dan Howell/Phil Lester Tags: Smut, Hair-pulling, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex

Summary: Dan gives him his most innocent look before he sinks to his knees. Phil's eyes go very wide.

"Dan, what? In public? We're gonna—"

"If you shut up, it's fine," Dan says.

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Okay, but what if they did make good on what Phil said on April Fool's? No, not the proposal, obviously. The outdoor blowjob.

come read it here!

[jasperatedd]

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