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Morning/afternoon/evening-

Currently in New Jersey- family thing, the rest of family is sleeping in a very nice modern hotel room, lovely a/c and no one needs anything from me, LOL.

I'll highlight Holy Wine (13/13 ch., 37K words). This is one of my top favorites of my stories, honestly.

Summary: After Sherlock fails to amaze and delight John at the Landmark, he learns that John’s cut contacts and left London. Now he has to start his life over, without the man he gave up everything to save.

Maybe Holy Wine gets less love because it's Sherlock's version of the events of A Case of You; but Holy Wine stands on its own, I shed blood to make sure of it ;)

Tagging a few under the cut and wishing I could tag a few hundred:

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Inspired by the fabulous @dragonnan's Blood and Romance (included by permission)

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Too old for this: my first half-thought as I flail and thrash my way back to consciousness. I’m underwater, aching to breathe, but I’ll die if I do; but it isn’t cold enough, I’m not wet, where the hell I hurt all over and something’s wrong, it’s dark where is Sherlock

If I’m not under water, I can breathe; I open my lips a hair and no water floods in, so I take a careful breath and it’s air. Not sweet, God no, tastes like mould and sewage, but definitely air, and shakily I suck it in.

I blink and try to focus but can’t see anything. Where the hell am I, and where is Sherlock? There—a second complete thought, even if it’s just the ragged scraps from before stringing together into sense, that’s got to be a good sign.

Okay. Okay. Stop, where am I. Listen.

In a silence so loud, a darkness so complete, I can hear my racing heartbeat even over my ragged panting—but nothing else, not close by. I can’t breathe through my nose at all. I try to shift to generate some sound, get some idea at least of what kind of surface I’m near or on. Take stock: everything hurts but I can’t tell from what, I can’t gather any sensory data to extrapolate anything from. (Sherlock would say, deduce. I’m not Sherlock. He’d know what to do to get some clarity here; I’m just starting to panic.)

finish reading on AO3

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A Thousand Words: A picture's proverbially worth a thousand words and often inspires them, though the words may be many more or many fewer, as the Muse decides. Each chapter is a one-shot, inspired (so far) by @kettykika78, @justanobsessedpan, @stephdrawsjohnlock, @bluebellofbakerstreet, @petite-madame, and now dragonnan: more to come.

Thank you to all the artists who do fanworks: you are a  constant inspiration. And to the betas (@copperplatebeech for this ficlet) you are a godsend. And to the readers: we wouldn't be posting our stories without you.

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I wrote a new uni!lock fic in the Reluctant Topping series! (And made another moodboard, yay! Starting to love those.)

Flooded by ShirleyCarlton

Chemistry student Sherlock Holmes tries to seduce resident doctor John Watson for a one-night-stand, which initially fails, but eventually he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7522 words

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Tags: John’s first time, bottomlock, unilock, alternative first meeting, happy ending

With many thanks to my wonderful betas @blogstandbygo and @mama-orion!

Tags under the cut.

... just like John Watson's halls of residence in this unilock ficlet I wrote (which of course leads to him sharing a room with Sherlock, and other things happening from there).

Thankfully the new venue has the same number of bedrooms, LOL.

i loved this fic sm by the way 💚💚💚

you guys should read it!!!