13 Sep 2019
AU - Aziraphale was hoping to reinstate his father's church as a safe haven for lost souls and along the way meets Crowley. The judge was going to sentence the young man to prison unless Aziraphale spoke up, and spoke up he did. Shouldering more responsibility than he can handle alone, he hoped he could trust Crowley with the duties of the church and also with his heart.
Mike Stamford sets John up on a blind date. John ends up spending a lovely evening with the wrong person.
If there’s one thing Sherlock Holmes has learned, it’s that if a fit army doctor sits with him and mistakes him for his date, he’s not very well going to correct him.
John has to go to a short surgery conference and will be gone overnight. Sherlock looks after Rosie while he's gone.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire,
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said."
-Richard Siken, Little Beast
Sherlock can understand the poetry of it. Soul mates, eternal love, the gaps between your fingers where another's will fit in perfectly.
Such things, however, are meant for people who are whole and unbroken.
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
04 Feb 2019
John's first six months without Sherlock are the worst thing he's ever experienced, and he's fully prepared for the next to be just as hard. But he's surprised when Sherlock comes back and changes all of that, though he really shouldn't be.
Sherlock opens his mouth, clearly about to argue, or apologize, or speak at all, and isn't that the strangest thing? Sherlock speaking, living. John can't function, can't think, can't breathe. He just turns and rushes out the room, slamming the door behind him, stomping hurriedly down the stairs. Mrs. Hudson opens her door and sticks her head out.
“Where are you going?” Mrs. Hudson asks in concern, touching her hand to her cheek. “Oh, John, I tried to warn you, I did. It's a good thing, isn't it, him being back? Oh, don't go, John, just-”
He slams the door, not even throwing her a glance, sucking in air as soon as his feet hit the pavement. And here he is again, just as he was not too long before, having gotten everything he's wanted for six months, not being able to handle it.
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07 Feb 2019