#aftfe

AKA I was feeling nostalgic and couldn't leave that story without this chapter exsisting.

How many years had it been 6? Oh boy.

This is a love letter to all those people who read it and love it. I remember it all.

If anyone cares here are the links:

This chapter had to exist. The fic would be forever in limbo without it. Now I can feel like it can rest until whenever it may decide to hit me with nostalgia again.

I had a note full of chapter ideas for AFTFE on my old phone that I replaced NYE and that note seems to be the only thing that didn’t transfer to my new phone!

I’ll need to start it again.

Full title using naming convention: The First Time Sherlock Found Out About The Engagement.

“What does it say about me that out of three siblings I am apparently the only one so thoroughly predictable?” Mycroft questioned. Sherlock pushed his fingers together, creating a tent in the space, and pressed the tips of his index fingers to his mouth.

 “That you’re the lazy one?” He asked. Steel and sky held each other. “That, or you’re the responsible big brother.”

 “Tell that to Mummy.”

Why?

Why did I try writing for Sherlock himself again?

I could have posted two good chapters and disappeared under my rock again.

Noooooo. I had to finish my idea for last chapter.

Stupid OCD brain.

Full title using naming convention: The First Time James and Jamie Found Out About The Engagement

Cute naming convention… leads to ridiculously long chapter names.

And I’m back again!

Why? Honestly, no clue. Writing itch to scratch? All your lovely comments making me feel all warm and fuzzy? Nostalgia still in full force? I’ve gone insane? All of the above?

Here are the links:

First of all – I cannot express how scared I was to write James and Jamie again so be kind.

Secondly this was supposed to have another person finding out but it got too long so I don’t know when you should expect that but if I do another chapter it’ll be that… But that’s even more frightening than this one was.

In fact, he had a ‘simple’ three-part plan.

Three little steps.

Three little slips of information that would lead to anyone who was anyone in their day to day working lives finding out one or two pieces of the truth. Eventually, after some time, everyone would have the whole truth whether they believed it all or not.

It sounded suspiciously easy but Anthea knew better that to question Mycroft Holmes when it came to this type of thing. This is where he thrived.

I had a lot of fun writing this one. The format of the chapter made it feel speedy and joyful to write.

It also feels like the most “classic” chapter since I’ve been posting to this again. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?