Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction
“If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.
Oh man, does BeautifulFiction know how to write whump!Sherlock. This is one of the first fics I ever read in the Sherlock fandom, and it is still one of my favorites. A definite must-read.
<3 Oh, thank you, darling! For the cover and the recommendation! I’m delighted that you enjoyed it so much!
Pairing Johnlock (Sherlock Holmes and John Watson)
Word Count 67,769
Summary “If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electo-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.
Personal Note This is one of those amazing pieces of literature that makes you keep heading to Google to figure out a phrase or word, but doesn’t feel like it is purposely trying to sound genius. The writing is very intelligent and creates great visuals. The characters are also written superbly, in my humble opinion. Also the sexy times near the end are wonderfully hawt. Highly recommended read.
Oh, thank you! I am so glad you enjoyed it so thoroughly. Thank you for taking the time to rec my work, and to read it in the first place!
Week #5 - Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction
My second sickfic on the list and I’m only on week five. You can take it as you will but if you haven’t read Electric Pink Hand Grenade yet, then you, my friend, are missing out.
The basic plot is that Sherlock has a migraine. But like everything else about Sherlock Holmes, nothing is ever simple. It is completely debilitating leading him to speak different languages without realizing it, see people as colors, taste smells, become extremely sensitive to noise, light, touch and pretty much anything. John, being John - caring, dedicated and a doctor - takes care of him through it all. And whilst taking care of him, realizes a pull of something stronger growing between them as well.
It really is a fantastic story and one of the best. BeautifulFiction is one of my fanfic authors and is so pleasant (she always emails when I post a comment). I am sure you will see more of her stuff as the year moves on but this is definitely a great place to start with her.
Here’s the link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317?view_full_work=true.
Now get off tumblr and go check this story out. :-)
I am so thrilled you liked Electric Pink Hand Grenade, and that you think I’m pleasant as well <3 *hugs you* I do my best!
Suggestion for Electric Pink Hand Grenade Illness
Hi! In Electric Pink Hand Grenade, there actually is an existing condition that perfectly fits the description of Sherlock’s extreme migraines. They’re called Cluster Headaches or Suicide Headaches. They’re very rare, there’s no cure and they’re said to be the most painful sensation a human can experience in medically documented history, which is why most patients kill themselves due to the pain. Look it up, it’s crazy. Anyway, hope this helped!
Thanks to finnimbrun-erinaceous for the suggestion of cluster headache terminology for EPHG. Someone else has told me about cluster headaches before actually (though, er, far LESS politely. They pretty much accused me of being wrong, wrong, WRONG in calling what Sherlock suffered a migraine :D)
Before starting I deliberately set out to make Sherlock’s headache episodes challenging to classify. It had to be a bit different, after all :D As such, it does span the common spectra of symptoms for both. I’ve bolded below what’s relevant to Sherlock:
Cluster Headache: Stabbing pain. More common in men. Rarely sensitive to light and sound. Runny nose and red watery eyes often occur. Pain often occurs behind eye on affected side. Pain is severe. Onset is swift, reaching peak within 45 minutes. No auras associated with headache. No nausea and vomiting
Migraine Headache: Deep throbbing and pulsating pain. More common in women. Typically sensitive to light and sound. No runny nose etc. Deep stabbing pain often present around temple or eye. Pain ranges moderate to severe. Onset is slow. Pain will reach peak within 4 to 24 hours of initial discomfort. Auras associated prior to and during headache. Nausea and vomiting
As you can see, his symptoms do mostly come out on the migraine side, but there is some overlap. In the end, I chose the terminology migraine because not only are attacks such as this often poorly classified medically, due to the vast spectrum of symptoms, but “migraine” is also more relevant to my readership, allowing them to empathise more directly through its use as a blanket term for sever attacks of head pain and associated symptoms such as Sherlock experienced :)
Thank you for the suggestion, hun! I fully appreciate it and did consider mentioning/questioning the categorisation of Sherlock’s headaches as migraines in the story, but in the end I decided that would muddy the waters :)
DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE
FROM: BeautifulFiction’s Electric Pink Hand Grenade (BBC Sherlock)
This fic. Simply amazing. One of the the best fanfics I’ve read.:)
Oh. My. God.
I love you. Thank you so much for this amazing piece, hun! I’m so glad Electric Pink inspired you!
True night had taken away the warmth of Baker Street, and he slipped cautiously from the bed, grabbing the quilt and trying to arrange it so only he was weighed down by its bulk. Sherlock remained completely out of it, but when John slipped back into the bed, his cotton clad shoulder brushed against Sherlock’s, and the cry of pain that followed was enough to shatter apart any lethargy with a burst of adrenaline.
‘Shit! Sorry, Sherlock. Sorry.’ Without really thinking about it, John peeled the t-shirt off, casting it aside and nestling under the quilt’s edge. ‘There, it’s gone. All right?’
‘Sorry,’ Sherlock mumbled, curled up and miserable again. ‘Barbs everywhere. Asteraceae.’
I’ve tried uploading this twice now so for all I know, I’m probably going to have this pop up 3 times with varying descriptions. Anyway, this is a scene from the marvelous Electric Pink Hand Grenade by Beautifulfic.
(Forgive me going crazy with the soft lighting and the lack of a proper background…When I get a more dependable style rather than pure experimentation, I’ll try again.)
Oh. My. WORD. *hugs you close and tight* This is gorgeous <3 Thank you so much! I’m all a-flutter!
By BeautifulFiction, rated X, word count 67K – ANGST / EROTICA
Summary: “If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.”
XA: This a long story in which Sherlock suffers through various stages of a strange hyper migraine-like illness unique to him. John is there throughout and is the only thing that can make Sherlock feel better. Through this trial-by-fire, John and Sherlock come to realize the depth of their feels and eventually Johnlock ensues. Intense and well done with a happy ending.
First kiss, first time, explicit, UST, hurt/comfort
*hugs you tight* Thank you for my awesome cover, hun! I love it!
Electric Pink Hand Grenade Part Thirteen: A Halcyon Calm
“If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. (John/Sherlock hurt-comfort)
This story is now complete!
For Chapter Thirteen
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317/chapters/918612
On FFnet: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8249826/13/Electric-Pink-Hand-Grenade
On LJ: http://truths-in-lies.livejournal.com/69549.html
Or Start At The Beginning
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317?view_full_work=true
On FFnet: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8249826/1/Electric-Pink-Hand-Grenade
On LJ: http://truths-in-lies.livejournal.com/68169.html
Damn and Blast It
Electric Pink probably won’t update before Monday 23rd.
On the plus side, once that day rolls around I should have nearly 6 hours a day to myself. I wont be able to use it all for writing, alas, but I should be able to put it to better use than the three hours I get in the afternoon right now, which are just awkward. And often occupied with chores and such.
Thanks for your patience, guys!
Before this moment, Sherlock had not turned his mind to the consideration of such a state of being. If pressed, he would have claimed to doubt its existence: true joy, transcendental peace, such things were not attainable. However, wrapped in John’s arms, he realised his mistake. It was not about the world being made new again – pure and clean and right – it was instead about finding his place in a tainted, stained reality; the one where all his scabrous edges and sheltered hollows fit perfectly into a moment of space and time.
Here, on the bed he and John had made into passion’s pyre, he had never felt more whole.
This, in its entirety, is all I have written of EPHG thirteen (really rough draft, obviously.) I have visitors coming today (no writing time) Saturday (no writing time) and Sunday (probably very limited writing time.)
Unless some miracle of writing time occurs, we could be waiting a while for the last chapter of EPHG.
Electric Pink Hand Grenade Part Twelve: The Andante Pulse
“If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine.
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317/chapters/899115 (Explicit)
On FF.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8249826/12/Electric-Pink-Hand-Grenade (Not Explicit
On LJ: http://truths-in-lies.livejournal.com/69230.html (Explicit)
Barring tragedies of the “I die in my sleep”, “The world ends”, “My internet is inexplicably knocked out” variety Electric Pink Hand Grenade chapter twelve will be up tomorrow (possibly in the morning, but definitely by this time of day.)
This is still not the last chapter, because as always this fic turned out to be
Still, I can’t say I’m too broken-hearted about that.
First edit of EPHG12 is done. Two or three more and it should be done. Maybe this means a midweek update? (Maybe.)
As for those of you who wanted an E rated preview, it’s under the Read More ;) Though it’s not, actually, that horrifically explicit. I mean, it is, but… I think maybe my definition of explicit actually no longer involves nudity, orgasm or anatomy XD
Anyway. This way those who wanted to save it for later, or not read it at all, don’t have to :D
The beat was his guide through dreams of senselessness: colours and scenarios with no place in the living world. It led him ever onwards in a steady, idle stroll of calm amidst calamity, drumming out a message of peace even in the breach of baffling insanity.
Sherlock glanced down at the corpse – twisted and abandoned on the roadside. The faceless police, their skin stretched tight and featureless over the spherical curves of their heads, lifted blind eyes as he ambled past.
'Body dump, not a hit and run,' he told them, but they did not seem to hear, choosing to turn their backs as he sauntered onwards through the labyrinthine streets of London. The scene glitched and changed, jumping back to his childhood home and forward again to Montague Street. There were visions of university, already blurred and almost deleted that lingered at the edge of his consciousness, but Sherlock did not care for any of it.
This was not his mind palace. Perhaps it was the world beyond its tattered walls, or just the thin gauze of random memories vomiting forth to daub his sleep with their colours, but for all their tones of the morbid and macabre, they were benign. How could he be afraid, when his way through their maze was marked out bright and clear in a steady rhythm of sound?
He could not identify it. Percussive and bass, the knowledge of its source eluded him. So he followed, his steps measured out in four-four time until he broke free of sleep’s grasp and found himself awake once more. His head rested on John’s chest, his ear pressed to the unfaltering throb of John’s sanguine, messy heart: atria and ventricles, aorta and venae cavae, a mass of muscle and blood that whispered its secrets to Sherlock like a lover.
Excerpt from Electric Pink Hand Grenade: Part Twelve (Bit longer than usual, because you guys have been epically patient while I scurry through!)
Predicted Update date: 14th September (maybe)
Read the other eleven parts at http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317/chapters/755568
I lied, the next chapter of EPHG won’t be the last. It’ll probably be the penultimate one, instead.
And the rating’s gone up to M on ff.net and E on AO3 and LJ since John and Sherlock are all like:
God forbid I’m the one in control of this fic or anything ;)