Title: Poor Little Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG (for language only)
Warning: this is about Sherlock's refusal to eat, though it's by no means a serious exploration of his potential eating disorder
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~2350
Summary: Sherlock and John deal with Sherlock's bad eating habits.
Author's Note: This is so fluffy that ( Read more... )

Fic: War Stories ( Read more... )

 
( I Long for the Raised Voice )

 
( It's All in the Hips )

I stifled a bitter laugh when McCarthy told me of his precipitous marriage in Bristol.  Am I to be eternally surrounded by men who know not their own minds in matters of the heart?  Miss Turner is fortunate; her McCarthy is a free man now in all ways.  Watson’s idiocy, however, has us all in shackles we shall never break.

Would that he could lose Mary’s affection.  He knows of my keen eye, but that sense is heightened a hundredfold each time I see him.  My gaze rips across the felt of his hat, searching for, praying for any sign of the dust that would tell me that, though I haven’t won yet, she has at least relinquished the field.

I don't think I've ever done this on my personal journal, but since the rec day on the SherlockBBC board is themed for the duration, I thought I'd point out a couple of new stories that blew me away.

random_nexus and atlinmerrick were both inspired by a manip that livia_carica did with Sherlock and John dressed as priests.  What's amazing is that both stories are wonderful, yet you ( Read more... )

 
( A not-so-long time ago, in a 221B not-so-far, far away... )

"Sherlock!"

"What?  I mean it.  I do.  When I get my hands on him...”

"Come here."  John scooted over in the narrow bed to allow room for Sherlock to lie next to him.

Sherlock seemed to debate the wisdom of it but eventually slid his shoes off and gingerly crawled up into the bed.  He lay his head next to John's on the pillow and rested his ( Read more... )

 
( They lay together in the silvery darkness... )