#theemptyquarto

Though two weeks later when she came and sat in his lap one evening and said, "Though talking of morality there is something to be said for being hanged as a sheep rather than a lamb," it became quite difficult to remember exactly what his objections had been.

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lololol. I once got a drabble prompt that turned into a 40,000 word rewrite of s4 so I feel you even though it is totally my fault.

As some of you know, early this year a group of people in the Sherlock and Sherlolly fandom got together to conduct a series of interviews focusing on fan content and its creation. The result was twelve interviews, posted over three months, where writers and artists talk about their work, the fandom and show, and their own processes. I’ve finally gotten around to doing a master list of them to make it easier for anyone who’d like to read through them. Check out the links below:

OhAine interviews likingthistoomuch

 Likingthistoomuch interviews OhAine

 theleftpill interviews kstewmanipulation

 thisisartbylexie interviews writingwife-83

 ellis-hendricks interviews geekmama

 geekmama interviews ellis-hendricks

 ashockinglackofsatin interviews sunken-standard

 vermofftiss interviews mizjoely

 writingwife-83 interviews artbylexie

 OhAine interviews ashockinglackofsatin

 lilsherlockian75 and mrsmcrieff interview each other

  rip molly whore hooper rip molly whore hooper rip...

I’d read the hell out of number 2

I have this whole vision in my mind now, of Mary being an Enemy Agent with orders (From General Magnussen) to cold-bloodedly seduce Sherlock (Moriarty was supposed to destroy his rep and make him look like a traitor but he failed) but it’s too late - he’s fallen for a lowly Comfort Girl so she’s ordered to kill him instead but surprise! She’s fallen in love with Captain John Watson and so she just shoots to wound instead of kill.

I know I posted it hours ago but I had to wait for the library to open and then I was fighting with my laptop for a bit, but here it is! This was a direct answer to one of @mizjoely’s prompts and while there is some violence in this, it’s non-graphic. I promise, the next two answers I have slotted to write won’t be so angsty...and hopefully, they’ll be longer... (Also tagging @theemptyquarto who runs the collection...seriously, if you write fic you should try and grab a prompt, is a lot of fun)

17 - A Basic Plan Gone Horribly Wrong - John attempts to circumvent this vicious cycle by stopping Eurus on the bus before she puts her plans at Sherrinford into action but it goes horribly awry with violence on her behalf.

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He had to admit that none of his other ideas had worked. This hell he was caught up in, of trying to make changes to get out of this cycle of repeating his life and then napping at one point and waking back up in the flat with the limp and the cane...it was beginning to get irritating. He had to try and pinpoint something that would make a big change, keep everything that went wrong from going wrong yet again, or really, all the things he’d tried so far…

Bloody hell, this was giving him a headache.

But the more he thought about it, he realized it was all Eurus’s fault, and that should be where the change was made. No flirting with the pretty lady on the bus, no. This time, get her to admit who she was and what she was doing and maybe get her into custody before that day.

A simple plan, or rather a simple idea, but those were usually the ones that worked best, right? Simple ideas were hard to muck up. Simple plans were easily put into action, executed and finished. So the simpler it was, the better the chance it would be to succeed, right?

Oh, if he had known how very wrong he was to be, he would have just gotten her number and told his wife and let her handle the pretty little nightmare from hell in high heels. Mary probably could have done a simpler job.

He’d told Sherlock he’d gotten a case: follow the pretty young woman and confront her about the things she was planning to do to...a friend. Which was true, he supposed. She had been planning on torturing both of them and Mycroft as well, though he didn’t really consider Mycroft a friend. And Sherlock agreed, but not without some skepticism. And Sherlock joined him on the bus that day.

That was the first mistake, the gravest. She didn’t flirt but she kept staring, and it rather annoyed Sherlock. He’d been in a piss-poor mood that morning, and he was admitting that there may have been more to his and Molly’s relationship than most thought when he finally noticing Eurus looking for the umpteenth time. “What is it?” he asked flatly.

“Just studying you,” she replied. “I’m an artist.”

“Well, don’t. I’m having a conversation with a friend and your leering is unnerving me.” He turned back to John and she fumed for a moment before John motioned to Sherlock. “What?”

“That’s your sister!” John hissed.

Sherlock blinked and he saw he had said it too loud. She’d heard. Her face paled for just a moment, but before Sherlock could scoff or say anything at all she was up, ballpoint pen in hand…

...then ballpoint pen in Sherlock’s neck.

“Kintsugi,” he says one day, shoving an article at her, and, unfortunately for romantic gestures, Molly peers at it over the rim of her cereal bowl and thinks at first it’s to do with a case; she makes a non-committal sound, curling her foot up to her chest, swaying it slightly to the beat of the music playing on Radio 2.

“It’s an ancient Japanese art,” Sherlock says, pressing, “They fix broken things with gold.”

She catches the understanding with a swallow of cornflakes.

“You’re a sap,” she says, tilting her head up at him, reaching up after a moment of silence, and cupping his cheek, during her thumb over the arch of his cheekbone. 

“You’ll ruin my reputation,” he teases, turning his cheek towards her hand, his hand covering hers as he kisses the soft pink flesh of her palm.

This begins, as most of my weird fics have, on the old kink meme.  This was a prompt made after TRF aired of course, at a point where we were all talking about the striking (and rather sudden) emotion of the “What do you need?” scenes.  I realized that I could use the closeness in those scenes to generate intimacy in the story...for a very bad end indeed. (Also, no lie, I was a French major and I’m sure my brain had a “La petite mort” joke playing around in there too.)  It was strange because I generally had a hard time writing Sherlock, but I wrote and edited the whole thing in one afternoon and posted as quickly as possible to avoid overthinking it.