Fluffy and romantic Johnlock oneshot:
Summary: The silence left Sherlock feeling shaken and empty. He felt some residual mystery clattering away inside of him and echoing throughout his body begging to be seized and bound by comprehension. Sherlock turned his back on John’s door and descended the stairs to the living room once more.
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Time for some shameless self promotion now that everyone is out on Christmas break:
Summary: Benedict and Martin wake up to find themselves inexplicably in the world of Sherlock. They meet their modern interpretations of the characters face to face and madness ensues: the blending of reality and fiction, a race against Moriarty to keep the worlds from falling into interdimensional chaos and a love story that transcends the boundless spacetime continuum.
Warnings: Sexual content (Johnlock only)
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Sherlock eyed the glimmering bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from across the room. It had been a gift from one of John’s lady friends and the doctor had left it on the kitchen counter waiting for a special occasion to roll around to drink it.
Sherlock was bored. Lestrade hadn’t called him with a case for weeks and he was starting to feel himself unravel. John was at the surgery and god forbid Sherlock should ever follow him there while he was working or John would make good on his threat to go through every inch of the flat and find all of Sherlock’s experiments and make sure they’d never be seen again. Sherlock was always surprised and infinitely irked by how undeniable a power the threat held over him; it made him behave.
Huffing petulantly, Sherlock sprang up from the armchair and booked it to the kitchen entirely resolved to drink down every last goddamn drop of wine because at least then he’d be a drunken basket case and not a bored one.