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what to expect from this blog:
lots of sobbing over these two, feelings about the Holmes bros, flailing over John Watson, early morning writing posts, hyperbole, tildes, and fanart reblogs.
mostly this blog is fandoms and skeletons and outer space and me sobbing alone in front of my computer. so.
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What I said before was true. You are the only one I will ever love, and it would seem fate has turned that into my misfortune. I will exist as I ever have, denied of what I want and governed by rules I despise.
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Sherlock made a terrible sound when John kissed him. John knew that sound: it was the one you made when you’d hurt for so long that the absence of pain came as a shock.
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I found him,” Sherlock told Mycroft proudly. “He belongs to me. John is an Earth-man. When you make love to him, he produces music.”
“For God’s sake, Sherlock, can’t you just put on the radio?
ROT-13, by berlynn_wohl
alien!Sherlock and Earth!John and adorable hilariousness and THIS IS MY TUBE-KIN, MYCROFT. halp halp I can’t stop giggling. and also there’s totally perf fanart at the end. so.
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It definitely wasn’t lust: just thinking those three words provoked a physical reaction that entirely eclipsed any sort of sexual desire he had for John, filling him with an all-consuming warmth, as though his entire life before John had been dull and grey and ordinary, and only with John had vibrant music and colour come into his world.
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[Sherlock] craved the city more deeply than he’d ever desired any chemical release from reality, as if London’s streets were engraved through his veins and nerves, his bones constructed from her buildings.
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Sherlock doesn’t kiss him all at once. He takes John apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left of him. Then, with his hands and his lips and his breath against John’s cheek, Sherlock puts him back together again.
When John Watson was forty, he met a woman named Mary Morstan.
He was dead inside, and she was dying, and so they dug a grave together and slept in it.
Sustained By the Strength of the Colours To Come (sequel to The Best Picture of the Human Soul), by SwissMiss
perfection. this is officially my John-meets-Mary-post-Reichenbach/pre-return headcanon.
They settle under the covers, John buries his nose in the crook of Sherlock’s neck, and Sherlock’s heart beats John-John-John.
Sherlock remembers what it was like at the beginning. The breathless delight, the dizzying thrill of being in love, when every look, word, touch seemed electric, laden with sweet hidden meaning, when it seemed that he could live on nothing but John’s smile and shared air, when he woke up every morning thinking “I’ll see him again” and it was glorious. Nothing has ever felt quite so good.
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I want you,” John gasps. “I want you— I want you because you’re— god, you’re brilliant, and you’re maddening, and you drive me out of my fucking mind, and you’re just— you’re perfect, you’re fucking perfect.
House Rules, by nishizono
(Sherlock/John, rated explicit, 4,905 words)
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He went over John’s body meticulously, bestowing a kiss or caress on each part of newly exposed skin, and thought that this was oddly like picking away the bits of debris surrounding a caddis fly larva, to find the small animal soft and vulnerable underneath it all.
A Life Well-Lived, by Kate Lear
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 20,121 words)
FLY LARVA. FLY LARVA. SHERLOCK, YOU ARE THE GREATEST.
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How Does Sherlock Kiss Again? (A Sherlock’s Kisses Rec List)
(I thought this list was a really boss idea, but this was sitting in my drafts folder for a very long time because I just could not figure out how to format this post in a non-confusing way. Still not satisfied, but I’m giving up and posting anyway. For clarification, the title/author info comes after each quote.)
Sherlock kisses like it’s the last kiss he’ll ever have, like he’s saved up all the emotions he should feel and doesn’t, just so he can pour them all into this one moment.
House Rules, by nishizono
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 4,905 words)
Sherlock kisses like no one has the right to.
Sometimes Lost Is Where You Need to Be, by stardust_made
(Sherlock/John, mature, 14,606 words)
Sherlock kisses like a fucking angel.
The Good Doctor, by anonymous
(Sherlock/John, NC-17, 1,398 words)
Sherlock kisses like he can taste secrets, nipping and fluttering, a frustrating dance of not-enough, not-enough, more, please.
Kiss You Sweet and Soft, by the_arc5
(Sherlock/John, PG?, 904 words)
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John thinks he’s babbling but can’t say for sure, might just as well be reciting the entire Hippocratic Oath into the damp hollow of Sherlock’s throat, but if he’s managing something intelligible he knows it’s the truest confession of love he’s ever had tumble past his lips.
Crocodiles and Cannibals and Putting Things in Sherlock’s Hair, by Linpatootie
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 5,747 words, part 3 of a 4-part series)
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