An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sebastian Moran/ Jim Moriarty Characters: Victor Trevor, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes) Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Angst and Porn, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Beware we're going to be in for a bit of a ride, Sherlock Is A Bit Not Good, Sherlock is a Mess, Sherlock Is Not Okay, PTSD Sherlock, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Extremely Dubious Consent, Past Sherlock Holmes/Victor Trevor, Tom Hiddleston Fancast As Victor Trevor, Jealousy, Jealous John Watson, Jealous John, References to Depression, Additional Warnings Apply, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication Summary:
Sherlock wasn't sure how it happened.
One moment they're in each others faces, hands clenched at their sides as they spat out insults and curses, and the next, the space between them had been closed. Sherlock's skin tingled where the tips of John's fingers touched, feeling as if he was laid bare before the other man all of a sudden, nothing but a few layers of flimsy clothing between John's calloused hands and his bare flesh.
When John crashed their lips together, Sherlock couldn't help but think that it's too soon. It was too soon after all that had happened, and John's fingers burned through Sherlock's paper skin without any thought for the ashes he'd be leaving behind.
Chapter 2 is now up, guys! Again, heed the tags. But here is a brief summary for the chapter. Some shit gonna go downnnn
Sherlock scowled, his brows knitting together as something crackled inside of his chest. He was so tired of playing this game, of pretending, of suffering alone. “Because sentiment is nothing more than a weakness, and I have been made aware of how devastating it truly can be. It's stupid to try and love when all you do won't be enough for the other person.” He stared directly into John's eyes, challenging him, trying to get a reaction from him for once. “Human beings are fickle when it comes to love and romance, I've learned. It's painfully easy for them to change their minds- the heart is an untamable creature, after all- and for some, it's even easy to forget they ever felt that way at all.”
John stared right back. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low, confused but not enough so that he didn't know that the conversation had taken a turn. “How can someone possibly... forget?”
The moisture in Sherlock's eyes persisted. “You tell me.”
