Midnight Blue Serenity
“This was like nothing John had ever thought to associate with Sherlock: stubble, skin-tight jeans and three small silver rings gleaming at the crest of one ear. It was unbelievable, like stepping into an alternative universe, and John couldn’t stop staring.”
When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, he is not the only one to appreciate Sherlock’s charms. The killer is looking for his fifth victim, and Sherlock might prove irresistible.
Genre: Case fic, romance, action adventure
Relationship: Eventual Sherlock/John
Rating: M (eventually)
Part Three:
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/635897/chapters/1237334
FF.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8901285/3/Midnight-Blue-Serenity
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AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/635897/
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The Stars Move Still: Epilogue - Declaration
“What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”
John/Sherlock pre-slash to slash.
My response to the Trilliv’s prompt for the Johnlockchallenges gift exchange.
Magical Realism/Action&Adventure/Romance
Explicit (Eventually)
Part Five of Five
Complete
(11,000 words for this part. 96,000 Words in total)
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307/chapters/1215772
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/5/The-Stars-Move-Still
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Or start at the beginning.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/1/The-Stars-Move-Still
Midnight Blue Serenity
“This was like nothing John had ever thought to associate with Sherlock: stubble, skin-tight jeans and three small silver rings gleaming at the crest of one ear. It was unbelievable, like stepping into an alternative universe, and John couldn’t stop staring.”
When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, he is not the only one to appreciate Sherlock’s charms. The killer is looking for his fifth victim, and Sherlock might prove irresistible.
Genre: Case fic, romance, action adventure
Relationship: Eventual Sherlock/John
Rating: M (eventually)
Part Two:
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/635897/chapters/1197666
FF.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8901285/2/Midnight-Blue-Serenity
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Or Start at the Beginning:
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/635897/
FF.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8901285/1/Midnight-Blue-Serenity
‘If I thought what we shared would somehow diminish you, do you believe I’d allow it to continue?’ Sherlock asked, his hands brushing down over John’s shoulders, fingers catching in the loose weave of the jumper before disentangling to continue their path.
‘Would you have any choice?’ John replied, breathing out a gusty sigh. ‘The bond’s permanent. You said so yourself.’
‘An intuition, rather than a known fact.’
John felt him hesitate and watched as the sprite that hovered in front of them seemed to grow dim – dull and dejected as if overshadowed. The sight had John reaching out, one hand tightening around Sherlock’s wrist as the other nudged the sprite closer. Its warmth nuzzled into the crook of his neck as it had done during Sherlock’s recovery, and John felt some of the dark worry wrapped up in his guts loosen its grip. For all that he might seem like nothing but a passenger to the glorious whirl of Sherlock and the magic, this was all it took to remind him that he was not just useful, but essential to the man behind him.
‘I was wrong.’ Sherlock shifted, reaching into the bedside table, pulling out a bulging file and dropping it into John’s lap. ‘Moran made that clear with his efforts. If it can be destroyed by malice, probably taking us with it, then it was logical to assume there would be other ways to reverse the process.’ His arms tightened briefly around John’s body. ‘I asked Mycroft to look into it. He brought that over earlier today. I was going to show you once I’d had time to look at it properly.’
John’s thoughts fell silent, blanked out by the surprise of what lay in his grasp. He had never thought to question Sherlock’s initial assumption that their connection could not be undone. He had simply accepted it. Now he was being told there could be a way to reverse it – to free himself from the gossamer web he and Sherlock had mutually woven.
Relief felt like the appropriate emotion, but John’s mind was instead suffused with repulsion. It did not come from Sherlock, whose thoughts were dark and quietly mournful, but something deep and instinctive that he had learned to listen to on the battlefield: one that told him that, if he went through with this, he would regret the mistake for the rest of his days.
442b: Addiciton
Several of my good friends on Tumblr appear to be having the world’s worst day. Internet hugs only do so much, and this will probably help even less, but perhaps it might put a small smile on a few faces.
Word 221: break
Word 442: beat.
B xxx
P.s. There are other 221bs etc at my writing page: http://beautifulfic.tumblr.com/My-Fanfiction
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‘John, please.’
Sherlock twisted where he stood, his body moving in a familiar jig of restlessness as he clawed his fingers through his hair. His lips were parted and his eyes agonisingly intense: desperate.
It hurt to do it, a test of strength, but one of them had to hold their ground.
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The Stars Move Still: Part Four - Transformation
“What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”
John/Sherlock pre-slash to slash.
My response to the Trilliv’s prompt for the Johnlockchallenges gift exchange.
Magical Realism/Action&Adventure/Romance
Explicit (Eventually)
Part Four Of Five
(27,000 words for this part.)
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307/chapters/1132364
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/1/The-Stars-Move-Still
Or start at the beginning.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/1/The-Stars-Move-Still
221B(x2): New Year’s Eve
I could not write a New Year’s fic as I desired, so instead I give you a little offering of a double 221b. Happy New Year, everyone! I hope 2013 is one filled with joy for all of us!
B xxx
P.s. There are other 221bs etc at my writing page: http://beautifulfic.tumblr.com/My-Fanfiction
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London throbbed with party-goers, a giant pulse of celebration centred on the palace of Westminster and the iconic clock-tower. As the hands ticked down to midnight, the last minutes of the year bled into history, but John paid them no mind.
Time didn’t matter when he ran after Sherlock: breathless and near-euphoric on the adrenaline rush. His hands were steady and his leg pain-free as they skidded around a corner, slipping in the filth of the alleyway. Up ahead, their quarry stumbled, pitching a glance over his shoulder and crying out in alarm as Sherlock lunged.
They went down in a tangle of limbs, and John saw a clumsy punch scrape across Sherlock’s cheekbone before he joined the fray. A few fruitless struggles later, and he forced their perpetrator, unarmed and protesting, face down before pinning his arms behind his back.
The killer could not gain leverage to move, and the noise he made was almost a sob as John clipped the cuffs, “borrowed” from Lestrade, around slender wrists.
A half-hysterical laugh of triumph threatened to catch in his throat, and John sucked in a breath. ‘Not the fastest person we’ve ever chased,’ he murmured from where he sat over the man’s kidneys, chuckling as Sherlock settled on the suspect’s thrashing legs, lounging as if he were on a park bench.
‘Not the smartest, either,’ Sherlock replied. ‘He panicked and ran; no real challenge. Lestrade’s on his way.’
John was about to reply when the first sonorous toll of Big Ben rang out across the city. The swell of human noise from down by the river came over them like a tide: a distant cheer for both the past and the future. Fireworks erupted across the sky, filling the narrow stretch of night above them with vivid stars, and John tipped his head to admire their arc.
Sherlock’s body was a warm, strong wall behind him, and he leant back instinctively, propping himself up as their captive continued to mutter helpless curses into the mud. A moment later, he felt Sherlock return the pressure: a meek weight against John’s spine.
‘Happy New Year,’ Sherlock murmured in his ear, making John close his eyes and grin at nothing.
‘You too,’ he replied softly. It was tempting to claim the traditional kiss, but he held himself back. It was not his to take, and there were better times and places to face the risk of changing their status-quo.
For now, he was content. Other people watched fireworks and lost themselves in revelry, but he would take midnight-chases over such mundane pleasures any time. He rather be right here at Sherlock’s side.
Where he belonged.
Their Great Reward
Boxing day, in John’s opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there’s a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember. (John and Sherlock pre-slash to slash fluff)
Rated: T
Wordcount: 10,500
Complete
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/610082
FF.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8836302/1/Their-Great-Reward
221b: Oath
The prompt for this one was oath. This is probably not what the anon prompter had in mind. A bit M rated, and therefore cut to protect innocent eyes, should such a thing exist…
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Sherlock Holmes was a gentleman.
It was an odd conclusion, of that John was well aware, but everything he did reeked of class and a pedigree that went back centuries. He always appeared to be well-dressed; princely even when wearing nothing but a bed-sheet. He had arrogance down to a fine art, but he held open doors as if basic etiquette ran thick in his veins. He swore so rarely that a single curse was enough to send a thrill along John’s nerves and make desire stir in his groin.
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The Stars Move Still: Part Three - Restoration
“What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”
John/Sherlock pre-slash to slash.
My response to the Trilliv’s prompt for the Johnlockchallenges gift exchange.
Magical Realism/Action&Adventure/Romance
Explicit (Eventually)
Part Three Of Four
(21,000 words for this part.)
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307/chapters/1069541
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/3/The-Stars-Move-Still
Or Start at the beginning:
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307/chapters/1037680
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/1/The-Stars-Move-Still
No Mistletoe Required
People appear to be jonesing for festive-fluff involving Christmas tree decoration, John and Sherlock. To be honest, this once really got away from me a bit. Speed-fic again (so done in about an hour, please let me know of any typos!).
First Kiss, Johnlock, Rated T for swearing (thanks, John.)
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No Mistletoe Required
‘Oh, obvious! It must have been the brother-in-law. Why else would he have bothered to call the bookie?’
John glanced over at Sherlock, who had been stretched out on the sofa like a marble statue, all silence and calm, no doubt lost in the corridors of his mind palace for the past three hours. Now, he sprang to life, something stony and cold made vivid once more as his fingers flew across the key-pad of his mobile phone, texting Lestrade with the answer to the case.
‘Solved it, then?’ John asked, more for something to say than anything else as he wrinkled his nose, swapping out the dud bulbs on the fairy-lights in the hope of getting them to work.
‘Of course,’ Sherlock replied with a smirk.
‘Brilliant. Give us a hand.’
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The Stars Move Still: Part Two - Subjugation
“What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”
John/Sherlock pre-slash to slash.
My response to the Trilliv’s prompt for the Johnlockchallenges gift exchange.
Magical Realism/Action&Adventure/Romance
Explicit (Eventually)
Part Two Of Four
(21,000 words for this part.)
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307/chapters/1054667
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/2/The-Stars-Move-Still
Or start at the beginning:
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/1/The-Stars-Move-Still
(This story, and all future Sherlock works, are no longer being posted on LJ because the site changes are doing my head in.)
The Stars Move Still: Part One - Conjuration
“What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”
John/Sherlock pre-slash to slash.
My response to the Trilliv’s prompt for the Johnlockchallenges gift exchange.
Magical Realism/Action&Adventure/Romance
Explicit (Eventually)
Part One of Three
(17,000 words for this part.)
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/578307
LJ: http://truths-in-lies.livejournal.com/71212.html
Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8751472/1/The-Stars-Move-Still
Posted early… (sorry!)
Home and Dry
Quick, cavity-inducing fluff to brighten my mood after a naff afternoon. Speed-fic (so done in thirty minutes, please let me know of any typos!). Just something to cheer me up which I thought I may as well share (because why not?)
Sort of pre-slash, and definitely about comfort.
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Home and Dry
‘It’s raining.’
John glared at his flatmate who was sprawled, elegant as always, along the length of their sofa. The flat was cold and dark in the midwinter evening, a bleak, grey reflection of the miserable storm outside.
‘Really?’ he asked, feeling the rain drip off his hair and down his collar as he tried not to shudder. ‘I hadn’t noticed.’
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221B: CIA
Dreambrother89 prompted me with “The CIA man from scandal returns” I could have written a book, but I limited myself to a 221b. Thanks for the prompt, hun! (Oh, and no offence to Americans intended. I’m sure you’re very good spies really.)
(Find links to other Johnlock 221bs, fics and things at http://beautifulfic.tumblr.com/My-Fanfiction)
Also, using the queue, because when this is published I will be at my parents house suffering dinner and Parental Disappointment. Think of me?
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‘Well, look who it is.’
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, allowing his gaze to slip over the pistol aimed at his head to the man behind it. Chiselled jaw, nondescript suit: CIA. The last time he had seen that face, it had been unconscious after repeatedly crashing into Mrs Hudson’s bins: a justifiable punishment.
‘I heard you were a fake – and dead.’
‘Old news,’ Sherlock replied. ‘I’ve been back in London for a year.’
‘But no Doctor Watson.’ Capped teeth, expensively repaired, flashed in a grin. ‘I guess he’s had enough of you.’
‘Not exactly.’ Sherlock smirked as the Browning’s safety hammer clicked back, echoing in the silence of the embassy.
The smile fell from the agent’s face as he tried to glance over his shoulder without moving his head. ‘Still his back-up, Doctor?’
‘Still playing spy?’ John replied. ‘You Americans should give up. You’ve always been rubbish at it.’ He glanced at Sherlock with a grin. ‘Did you get what we need?’
Sherlock nodded, feeling the USB stick in his pocket. ‘A shoddy attempt at espionage. America will apologise for trying, we’ll apologise for catching them, and you –’
He moved quickly: a sharp punch to the solar-plexus and, as the man bent double, a knee to the nose.
‘You will learn that John is far more than mere “back-up”.’
