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    Fandom: Elementary (TV), Fandom - Fandom, Game of Thrones (TV), Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes (Downey films), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Stranger Things (TV 2016), Supernatural (TV 2005)

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  1. Rec 61

    Perchance by

    Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms  

    09 Mar 2014

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    The average human brain at rest experiences sufficient neuronal firing to entertain fantasies, to encounter terrors, to build entire worlds, all in the course of an evening’s REM sleep.

    The exceptional mind, in contrast, can tear itself apart in dreams—can burn the heart it prompts to beat.

    Sherlock Holmes, of course, is of the latter sort.

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    11 Mar 2014

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    "And then John’s mouth is on his, soft and tender and fond, all affection and heat and terrifying familiarity, and Sherlock’s stomach swoops for a whole host of reasons that rise again and thread through his ribs until his heart feels pressed to collapsing, because Sherlock is selfish, Sherlock is weak, and Sherlock is a broken thing who cares little about everything and everything about very little, about this one man before him who cannot be here, cannot be his, who Sherlock does not deserve and has no right to touch, who, if not a figment, is a mistake for all that he is perfection, but Sherlock is a fool, and more than that: he is a fool who kisses back."

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    I am Disappeared by

    Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms  

    09 Feb 2013

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    He’s never felt like this. Grief is too small a word, too incomprehensible for the venomous tide of pain radiating through his flesh. He hates Sherlock, just as much as he loves him. He hates that he took the easy way out, leaving John to clean up his messes and apologize for his actions yet again in a world that will never understand his genius. In a world that will always use him and spite him for his help. A world that will not mourn him, that will believe it was all a lie, that his life was a lie. That John is a lie.

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    04 Feb 2014

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    'He can still smell him on the pillows. John finds himself burying his face in the cotton, inhaling the woody scent of his absurdly expensive aftershave and choking on his own tears. If he immerses himself enough, doesn't let himself breath anything but the smell of Sherlock, he can almost pretend that he's just gotten up for the day and that John will find him in the sitting room, working through a concerto or just sitting in his chair, staring, winding through the pathways and vast rooms of his Mind Palace. If he doesn’t allow himself to breathe anything but the remembered scent of Sherlock’s skin, the overwhelming grief can be held at bay. If he doesn’t allow himself to breathe, the ache in his chest feels more like oxygen deprivation. If he doesn’t allow himself to breathe.'

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    Smeared Black Ink by

    Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms  

    30 Jan 2013

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    Pulse racing, pupils dilated, finding it difficult to breathe normally. Can he smell the pheromones? Thumb slides gently across pulse point. Sherlock curses his traitorous body. Distracting.

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    04 Feb 2014

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    'Endorphins rage out of control. Pituitary gland spews out unacceptable levels of oxytocin and Sherlock can feel the heat exploding up his chest, onto his neck and across his cheekbones. John’s hand stills. Pulse racing, pupils dilated, finding it difficult to breathe normally. Can he smell the pheromones? Thumb slides gently across pulse point. Sherlock curses his traitorous body. Distracting.

    Heavy breathing, not sure from whom. John still hasn’t removed his hand. Fingers running delicately through the curls at the base of Sherlock’s neck and he shudders. Eyes fall shut, shoulders relax. Just give in.

    Lips against his ear. John’s labored breath puffing humid air onto his neck. Tentative tongue swiping gently around the shell of his ear. God, John. Lean in, tilt head up, lips soft and pliant. Too much, not enough. John. Taste of tea and Hobnobs , wet slide of tongue and clatter of teeth.

    The angle is all wrong: neck cramping, too much teeth. Lean back, brace head against John's sturdy abdomen. John.

    John's hands, slightly chapped, sliding into dark curls, intensifying the kiss. Smell of Darjeeling, the outdoor London scent of rain and car exhaust, clinical tang of antiseptic. The kiss softens somehow. John is pulling away, breathing hard. Rests his forehead against Sherlock's. Distracting.'

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    Phantom Vibrations by

    Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)  

    28 Mar 2012

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    John knows exactly how Sherlock functions. Sherlock constantly needs to know where John is.

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    28 Jan 2014

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    "His other hand threatens to shake around the carton of milk it holds. No matter how routine this all is, John still finds himself unable to avoid anxiety after twenty-four hours. He can’t pin down whether he’s concerned that Sherlock will silently starve, quarantined away in his own mind, or whether it’s some sort of Sherlock-contact-withdrawal. He hopes for the former, as his online perusing has left him unable to find meetings for those addicted to charmingly insane consulting detectives."

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    Miles and Miles of Mountains by

    Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms  

    22 Sep 2013

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    Sherlock makes a noise against his mouth. It sounds like his heart is breaking. Familiar. Pained. Different on Sherlock, though. John’s own noise is a mere echo, emotions warring and constricting around the enormity of the situation.

    God, it’s like coming home. It’s Christmas and warm jumpers and earl grey tea and Jammy Dodgers and the first fire of the year. It’s sinking into a hot bath after a long day; it’s snuggling close to a warm body on a cold night; it’s folding into his favorite armchair with a good book and two fingers of old whiskey. It’s Sherlock, and John reels as he realizes he hasn’t lived these past three years.

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    28 Jan 2014

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    "John wishes he could think, could speak, but the air seems to have deserted his lungs in favor of choking, wet sounding sobs. Blood drips onto his face, into his hair and over his eyes. Coppery taste of iron, of salt and sweat and life. John feels his sanity crack a little wider and he reaches a hand up, smearing his blunt fingers through the gash in the forehead of the phantom hovering over him. Fingers come away wet and obscenely red. He smears them together, rubbing the rust color into the cracks in his thumb.

    'John.' That voice again, so alike it’s uncanny. This can’t be real."