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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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Opisthokonta (kidlock fic 1/6)
pairing: none
rating: T
length: 1,849 words
chapters: 1/6
summary/warnings: Sherlock Holmes keeps a book in his head cataloguing all of the dead things he has ever seen; insects curled in poison jars, broken-winged birds and hedgehogs with fly-hollowed eyes. Mycroft keeps books in his head, too, but Sherlock knows that they are filled with different things.
Rated T for Taxonomy. Kidding: there are going to be a lot of detailed descriptions of dead animals and insects in this story. Like, this story is mostly descriptions of dead things. 85% dead things. The title used to be “dead things”. But then I read Mycelium Running. Unbeta’d. Will update weekly.
The sky looked like carded wool, and Mycroft made him put on a scarf.
“Where are we looking? What did you find?”
The gravel walk was strewn with shallow puddles. Mycroft walked carefully around them. Sherlock, just as carefully, stepped a yellow Wellington boot into the center of each one. Oily iridescence rode the tiny ripples, swirling pink and kelly greens over the reflected sky. He stared, balanced shakily on one leg.
“What’s that? Why does it do that?” Sherlock asked, pointing, but his brother was some ways ahead of him, and he had to trot to catch up.
“What did you find?” he repeated, puffing a little.
Mycroft raised his eyebrows with an expression that was just a few years short of supercilious. “Think, Sherlock.”
The gravel walk was strewn with shallow puddles. Mycroft walked carefully around them. Sherlock, just as carefully, stepped a yellow Wellington boot into the center of each one. Oily iridescence rode the tiny ripples, swirling pink and kelly greens over the reflected sky. He stared, balanced shakily on one leg.
Skara Brae writes some of the loveliest, most vivid prose in this fandom, and if you think I’m just saying that because I’m lucky enough to have her as a friend, then you are sorely mistaken.
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Sherlock Fic Rec Day 400
John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (~53,000 words)
It’s the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.
My vote- The writer warns us right at the beginning that this is their version of a Sherlockian rom-com. So I had braced myself for lots of fluff (which I generally find a bit difficult to swallow), but I was pleasantly surprised by a really sweet yet sensible first time story, inspired by Christmas. When Sherlock runs into an interesting stranger who’s company isn’t entirely intolerable, he decides that the former soldier/Doctor would be perfect to fool his mother into thinking that her youngest had finally ‘found’ someone. He offers penniless, directionless, BORED John Watson an acting job for Christmas. The way the boys meet for the first time, the romance which was a part of the ‘deal’ and a lot which wasn’t was indeed rib-tickling yet heart-warming. I had a smile on my face throughout. Love!
I spent most of my free time today reading this fic, and man, was it worth it. I love Christmas fics, I love pretending-to-be-a-couple, I love meeting-the-family…it was the perfect storm for me.
…there is a joke here about the perfect storm and “my ship,” but I am too lazy to figure out what it is.
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I got three and a half hours of sleep last night because once I started reading 26 Pieces, I. could. not. stop.
the reviews I had read all agreed that it was an excellent casefic, but a couple people complained that the romance bits were too sappy.
which, of course, meant it was right up my alley.
and it did not disappoint.
ugh ugh ugh the sofa scene. you know, the one where— oh man, that’s gonna be stuck in my head all day. NO REGRETS.
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mutualism (merlock ficlet)
pairing: Sherlock/John
rating: M
length: 2,661 words
summary/warnings: ”Mutualism is a sometimes symbiotic association between organisms of two different species in which each is benefited. Mutualistic arrangements are most likely to develop between organisms with widely differing living requirements.” -Encyclopaedia Britannica
An outtake from a longer story I’m writing collaboratively with cypress_tree, based on Andersen’s The Mermaid. Warnings for consensual sireny non-con roleplaying. With tentacles.
Sherlock’s grin crinkled in a way John knew no tale-telling sailor would ever believe. “Things no man has seen.”
John scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “Sand and fish and bones, and more sand.”
“Coral in the colors of wine spilt at sunset. Pearls that grow in patterns like fine lace,” Sherlock was making full use of his inhuman baritone, now, and John could feel the wood of his small craft hum like a breathing thing. “Blue and green lights that shine in the deep, and dance up to cover the surface like oil at midnight. Chimneys that glow red hot under a hundred fathoms of cold water, worms that wind through whalebone like a pretty girl’s ribbons…”
can we just talk about how perfectly Skara Brae can craft a sentence?
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yeah so my number one favorite fic series in the entire world, the tennis AU, was updated today.
MY SCREAMS COULD BE HEARD ACROSS THE NATION. no really, if you felt a tremor in the earth, it was probably me. and my screaming.
and there will bE MORE. A THIRD INSTALLMENT. A THIRD FIC. A THIRD PART TO THE STORY I AM CRYING EVERYWHERE WHAT IS HAPPENING.
I have raved about the Tennis AU about a hundred times on here, but that is because it is literally my favorite ever. literally. so. if you haven’t read it, I highly recommend that you do so. oh look a convenient link.
and after/while reading, you should go check out detectivelyd’s fanart for this AU. I am going to reblog a bunch in the next few moments, so…that is part of the reason why I have eighteen tabs open right now. the other reasons involve more fic.
oh man I just—
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Alphabetical Order (teenlock ficlet)
pairing: Sherlock/John
rating: T
length: 2,006
summary/warnings: Unbeta’d overgrown drabble. Inspired by this prompt on the kink meme, but altered to my taste. Sherlock and John became fast friends at boarding school. A late night archive binge leaves them accidentally locked in the library, and darkness proves a catalyst for confession.
Fluffy first-kissing friendship with bonus playful wrestling on the floors of dignified academic institutions.
Sherlock held John’s gaze with a pinched seriousness. “I mean it, John. You should know that you are— indispensable to me. To my work.”
“Like a microscope?” John smiled a little crookedly, eyes dropping to the narrow diamond-shape made by their legs.
“Y-es,” Sherlock answered, cautiously. “Or,” he frowned. “Like the light under a microscope. You can have all the data and lenses in their proper places but without a light—” he swallowed again, and paused, embarrassed.
John skin crinkled in places Sherlock knew would one day become laugh-lines. “You know, Sherlock,” John faltered, taking his turn at embarrassment. “To me. You are—”
The light went out.
awkward teenage first-kiss fumbling in the dark. I really don’t know what more you could want out of life.
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“Really, John, you could make more of an effort.”
“I can think of better things for us to be doing.”
Creole and I play Sherlock & John on eRO with a backstory based off this fic.
if anyone else is bemoaning the lack of good old-fashioned fantasy AU in this fandom, read augustbird’s glass, tempered steel, and bemoan no more.
….well, I mean, keep bemoaning, because there needs to be more. but like—you’ll be very satisfied for a bit, because this fic is absolutely wonderful. so.
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if anyone else wants to ignore fandom in-fighting and the sounds of shifting s3 relationships (sounds like two bones grinding together, doesn’t it?), here’s a really sweet teenlock fic about Sherlock and John meeting in the early 90’s and having a summer romance omg ugh so sweet I’m dead.
can we just get five hundred more “summer romance” fics, because I really really love them.
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Keep Each Other Company →
Keep Each Other Company (4600 words) by agameofscones
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Established Relationship, listen when you find yourself sandwiched between two Sherlock Holmeses you have to go with the flow
Series: Part 3 of The Time Traveller’s Flatmate
Summary:It’s a very convincing kiss, one that makes John forget, momentarily, that this is not a typical night in bed with just the two of them. It’s harder to put out of mind when John feels a gentle tug on his hair, followed by a more insistent hand at his jaw pulling him away from Sherlock’s lips and tilting his head back until he meets… Sherlock’s lips. Again. This kiss is much like the one that just ended, but with an added hint of possessiveness in the way that the other Sherlock sucks John’s bottom lip between his teeth and bites down.
“Oh my God,” John says breathlessly. “Are you fighting over me?”
Or: one Sherlock is demanding enough. Two of them are impossible to resist.
Just a reminder that I’m still up for bid at the Ao3 fundraiser, and as you can see I don’t shy away from kinky prompts.
Christ on toast with jam. Porn, straight up smutty smut smut. Delicious smutty Sherlock on Sherlock/John on Sherlock action. Here. Welcome.
this was the most deliciously indulgent thing…like a slice of really good cheesecake.
I’d call it a guilty pleasure, but I don’t even feel guilty.
Source: archiveofourown.org
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The idea of our boys tattooed has been going around recently, so I thought I’d try my hand at it.
Left shoulder cap: RAMC tattoo
Right shoulder cap: Celtic lion’s head
Chest: anatomical heart, biomechanical cage, explosives
Right side: Watson clan crest
Left side: quote from Kipling’s “If”.And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”Knotwork and spiralwork designs are mine and from the Book of Kells.
Secret Skin
“Everyone has secrets, Sherlock,” John said, continuing an earlier discussion. “You of all people must agree with that.” They were both full and warm, and settled companionably by the fire in 221b with their glasses. It was late in the evening, and both of them were in that pleasant state that just precedes drunkenness, John with scotch, Sherlock with a deep ruby port.
“Everyone tries to keep secrets,” Sherlock corrected. “No one succeeds for very long.”
“Oh, especially not with you around?” said John.
Sherlock ignored John’s smirk. “That’s what I do,” he agreed.
“So you’re saying that no one can keep a secret from you.” John cradled his glass in both hands, looking into its depths.
“You are all as transparent as window glass,” Sherlock declared. And it was true. He saw the obvious things, like Donovan’s wretched affair with Anderson, but he also saw the less obvious, like the fact that Donovan’s real interest was in Anderson’s wife, and she was settling for the next best thing.
“Of course,” John said. “I should have guessed as much.”
The subject changed and they talked on for a while longer before they each went to bed.
Sherlock had forgotten all about it until he stepped into the flat on a chilly evening about a week later. John was standing shirtless in front of the hearth, hands behind his back in parade rest, his head bowed.
Sherlock closed the door behind himself silently, and couldn’t look away. They’d been living together for nearly nine months—how had Sherlock seen no sign of what was hiding under John’s endless parade of jumpers and shirts? This certainly explained why John buttoned his shirts to the top button.
GUYS. ROANE WROTE A FIC TO GO WITH MY ART.
AND IT’S AMAZING.
GO READ IT. GO. SHOO.
I’ll be here dancing to myself with joy.
Oh holy fuck.
John looked at him steadily with a hawk’s gaze, and Sherlock, who had made a career out of staring down the weaker-minded, had never felt so much like a mouse before in his life.
“John?” Sherlock hated the uncertain sound of his own voice, directed at John of all people, John who—before this moment—he would have sworn he knew inside and out, body and soul.
Hot as Hell warning! Make sure to engage your Fic Face before reading in public!
THIS ART. THIS FIC.
*swoons and dies*
Source: mydwynter
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if you guys haven’t read Five Go Camping, you totally need to. I rediscovered it in my bookmarks last night, and I’ve read it like a million times today because it just makes me so happyyyyyy.
I like things that make me happy. like silly banter and funny situations and “I love yous.”
I prefer this to angst, so sue me~~~
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Insert Fish-related Pun Title, or it’s 5am so here’s a Tunalock fanfiction
So the other night tree and I were up talking about the wonders of aulock and I was expressing how teabeforewar’s gifset basically made my entire crappy day better and I couldn’t stop clicking back to it and dissolving into giggles and that turned into a “so what if…” conversation and that turned into this crackfic. I don’t really know what else to say except maybe add that the tuna is a seriously overfished species and people need to cut that shit out.
Yep.
It’s also on AO3 now because why the fuck not.
“Out to sea, the dolphin have found prey. They are driving a small shoal of mackerel up towards the surface…”
There was no soporific on earth like the voice of Sir David Attenborough— particularly at four in the morning.
“…but another squadron of predators has arrived.”
He ought to rouse himself and head upstairs. He would have, hours ago, if that debriefing hasn’t lasted so damn long and the couch hadn’t been so warm and comfortable.
John blinked, very slowly, at the blue shapes blurring the screen.
“These are giants, two meters long, heading directly for the bait ball…”
A smacking crash jolted him out of his doze, and John jumped instinctively to his feet, shouting— “Sherlock?”
THIS IS THE GREATEST FIC TO EVER FIC AND IF YOU DON’T AGREE THEN I’M JUST NOT SURE WHAT TO DO ABOUT YOU.
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