A VERY happy Birthday (yesterday i am so late i am so sorry) to the amazing Megan from me and Damian. He had the brilliant idea of OT3 JohnLockStrade..sher…strade…john..? john…strade..lock??? and tattoos and we hope you like it!
Happy Birthday! You’re amazing and we adore you!
M, this is your little ficlet to go along with Kam’s illustration. I apologize that it’s a bit late! There’s a link to AO3 or you can just ‘read more’ below. WE LOVE YOU.
- I -
The room is buzzing from the static of emotional electricity. Greg is standing in the kitchen in a defensive stance - knees bent, hands open at his waist - as if he anticipates an attack. John is by the window where Sherlock used to play and he is breathing heavily, jaw clenched tight.
Everything inside him wants to bellow, to shout abuse and obscenities until his voice is as raw as his heart. But he convinces himself that he is in better control than that. He swallows the lump of rage in his throat and exhales slowly through his nose.
“What do you mean ‘there’s someone else’?”
Finished part 2 of 2 for kriskenshin’s ‘Sherlock as Moriarty’ prompt, which was a simply inspired choice on her part. Thank you for letting me write this for you, I really hope you like it! And thank you to Kam, M and Ray - you know what for. <3
“You know, I heard someone say once that there was a problem with disguises. However hard you try, it’s always a self portrait.”
Sherlock lets his head fall forward, chin to chest. John’s words chill him, especially the ones he doesn’t say outright. Murderer. Criminal. Liar. This is what you’ve always been.
“Says the vigilante to the assassin,” Sherlock mutters in reply.
John reacts like the crack of a whip. In the next second he has one hand around Sherlock’s neck and for the second time that night, their faces are nearly occupying the same space.
“What did you say?” John asks through clenched teeth.
Read ‘War Paint’ (on AO3)
kriskenshin asked for: ”After the fall Sherlock creates the character ‘Moran’ so he can control Moriarty’s network and take it down. John is also trying to take down Moriarty’s network and plans to kill ‘Moran’ not knowing it is Sherlock.”
I am really incredibly stoked for this prompt and I really just hope I don’t fuck it up. (This has been in my drafts for ages but I was lucky enough to meet Kris at 221b Con and I wanted to get this done for her. <3)
There’s an odd hush about the compound as everyone readies their equipment. Buckles are snapped shut, zippers are pulled closed and ropes are wound. It is not silent, but the sounds are merely out of necessity. No one speaks for fear of breaking the delicate calm.
John checks the magazine before snapping it back into his gun. He adjusts the volume on his radio and recites the pass code for the storage yard in his head. Months of planning have brought him to this very instant and he can’t let himself down by not being ready. He is. It’s time.
John looks around at the group of men and women around him, dressed in black and leather, and grins out of the side of his mouth.
“Put on your war paint,” he tells them, at last. Black lines are drawn under eyes and wool balaclavas are pulled down. They pile into an unmarked van and manhandle their hostage into position. Then they are out on London’s dark streets, driving towards destiny.
So I finally managed to get two clean prototype shirts screenprinted! THANK GOD.
The Johnlock one says: From knowledge, truth. (key | gun)
The Mormor one says: Moment to die. (lock | bullet)
Hopefully I can get a full batch printed up before con season. Which starts.. uh.. Friday. /sighs/
A Grim Fandango
Sherlock/Greek Mythology AU
Chapter 4: Fracture (on AO3)
-Art by msaether-
John woke with a gasp, desperately sucking air into his lungs. He tried to sit upright, but a heavy weight pinned him down. He started to panic, claustrophobia setting in on all sides, and he clawed at his chest. Where he expected to feel hot, sticky blood and the cavernous wound, he instead felt smooth flesh. And then came the pain.
p.s. have a bonus glitch gif