Obviously, this is where I deposit pearls for Sherlock (BBC) fanfiction. I'll get around to organising it later (AU, etc, etc). It's ninety-eight percent Johnlock...and some gen. Mostly from AO3, because I'm still waiting for an account invite. If anyone is willing to leave a recommenation, just add a comment. (Please, I'm running out of stuff to read...) Jul 10
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The world is full of red. Red threads, everywhere, connecting everyone. One person to another.
Captured by Mad Maudlin In the small attic bedroom, at the top of the stairs, John found Sherlock sitting on the floor with his back to the door.
John Watson once knew a woman who had thirteen hearts on the inside of her forearm.
Music is love in search of a word. —Sidonie Gabrielle
At first he thought it was a rash.
When Sherlock opens the door, John is standing on the other side. Sherlock doesn’t seem to know what to say. “Hello Sherlock.”
~ London, 24 December, 2004 ~
Embarrassingly, Sherlock couldn't process fast enough to understand what was happening.
John sees him every single time he closes his eyes.
John tapped away on his laptop, bent on making a blog post so he'd have at least a little something to show for his wasted weekend off.
John stepped into the flat and shook himself. Water droplets fell from his coat and showered the carpet.
And I knew the beat because it matched your own beat, I still remember it from our chest to chest and feet to feet.