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🌍🌌 BETWEEN THE FALL AND THE CREATION 🌌🌎

Cover art by helloliriels for and inspired by this beautiful piece of music! Made by @randomwordsonpaper composed for 'Between the Fall and the Creation' written by @shelleysprometheus &@7-percent (7percentsolution on AO3) This was such an honor to make!!! Art inspiring Art inspiring Art!! Haha, so much fun! 💋Much love!

Thank you so much to @randomwordsonpaper and @alifetimeaheadtoprovethat for your patience - I really enjoyed working with both of you and am super proud of the whole thing! We hope you all enjoy listening to this podfic 💜

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Holy guacamole - lots of super long fics in this month’s recs (+435k!) - get ready for some long rollercoasters! Check out this month’s top ten reads by ten different authors.

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You Might Just as Well Be Blind by ArwaMachine

A serial killer starts targeting couples. Surely pretending to be in a relationship with Sherlock won’t pose any problems with John and his girlfriend, will it?~56.5k

Sticking the Landing by SweetMandolins

John is Captain of Team GB’s gymnastics squad, Sherlock is a Men’s Rhythmic Gymnast. A series of peculiar accidents have taken out some of the competitors at the Olympic games. ~45k

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That Time of Year by JRow

It’s Christmas Eve and Rosie is fast asleep. John wonders what Sherlock is doing. Before he can stop himself, John hits the call button. ~6.5k

hired gun by simplyclockwork

AU. After faking his suicide, Sherlock goes to Morocco to dismantle Moriarty’s network. He is apprehended by John, gun-for-hire, and each will have to learn who can really be trusted. ~232.5k

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A Bump in the Road by BakerTumblings

Now and again, something will happen that rocks their collective world. Sherlock has an accident while on a case, and finds out something is wrong with his heart. ~10.5k

Two Words by stopthat

After an accident, Sherlock stays in the hospital at John’s bedside. After everything, two words were all it took. ~1.5k

The Key To Our Hearts by Randomwordsonpaper

A 28-day journey with our two favourite idiots who are on a quest to find love between the walls of 221B. They just don’t know that the other is searching, as well… ~6.5k

I Said Dangerous (And Here You Are) by yaycoffee

It is a danger night for John. It’s time to find comfort in what actually matters. ~2.5k

🤩 HONORABLE MENTIONS 🤩

Kaleidoscope by Silvergirl

After Sherlock is shot, John has to work out what happened. Since John can’t trust any around him to tell him the truth, he’ll have to play them all against each other. ~61k

Infidelis by yesthankyouforyourinput

by Silvergirl, for Randomwordsonpaper

The lovely @randomwordsonpaper bid on me for Fandom Trumps Hate, and here I am sprinting in late, skidding to a stop in the lobby, and brandishing a new story in their general direction honor.

They gave me an effervescent, energetic prompt that got a bit emo'ed in the realization.

Summary: Sherlock is marrying an American, and at the rehearsal dinner, best man John makes a drunken love confession he doesn’t remember the next day. Badly hungover, John calls all over London looking for the wedding, the grooms, or at least some witnesses who can tell him what happened. Finally he flies to Amsterdam to make things right for the love of his life and the love of his life. A happy Johnlock ending.

Excerpt:

“You’re getting—you’re what?”

John’s voice comes out unrecognisable even to himself. He clears his throat, tries again.

“You’re—come again?”

“I’m getting married.” Impatiently. “It’s a thing people do, you know. People standing in this very room have done it.”

Well. They haven’t. But Sherlock doesn’t know that.

“But—how—who—” How is this happening? “How do I not even know who the lucky—” John fumbles for a gender, and of course Sherlock clocks that. His expression goes even more acerbic.

“—man is? I can’t imagine.” Sherlock tries sarcasm. “You’ve been so present of late.”

“I—I know. I’m sorry. I was—”

If there were any way John could have cocked this up any worse, he can’t think of it at the moment. But he’s quite sure he’ll come up with something worse in the near future, and do it, too.

“Don’t worry, John. It’s fine. It’s all fine.”

The sardonic glint in those peridot eyes tells John it isn’t.

“Let’s start over, yeah? Hello, Sherlock, long time no see, you’re getting married, that’s fantastic. Who’s the lucky bloke?”

There, almost his natural tone. All it takes is pretending he’s talking to Greg.

“His name is Eric. He’s American.” Sherlock’s airy tone tells John he’d better not meet this information with snark.

A ferocious loathing seizes John for every male ever named Eric, for every male born on American soil, for every acre of North America occupied by the United States. Islands included.

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8 chapters, 17K words. I’ll start posting on Friday 15 December, and update every two or three days. The fic is completely written, and has been generously beta’ed by stellacartography. (Not Britpicked, though: moriamo come uomini.)

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