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  1. Public Bookmark 88

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    "Were you trying to ask me to play a sadomasochistic scene with you topping me?" Sherlock asks.

    John coughs, looks down, cheeks red. "Yes, but…"

    "Okay."

     

    Written for the Sept. 2012 Johnlock Gift Exchange on Tumblr for likescreamsincaves.

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    07 Aug 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 77

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    He is the third child of God, born of sin and earth, forgotten as the man he is. He walks the earth, feeding off pain and destruction, but finding no delight in it. Not desiring human company, Death walks the earth alone, until one day he finds solace in an Army doctor who steals his victims by the dozens.

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    06 Aug 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 27

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    The stars are bad tonight. It makes Sherlock jittery. He always insists it doesn’t bother him, but he’s not the one who has to put up with him being snappish and restless all over everybody.

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    06 Aug 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 61

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    John learns, with clawing, bloody slowness, how to fend for himself. He learns the capacity to love wasn’t taken from him, or the need for it. He learns what it is to starve. To need things that aren’t given to him.

    A prequel to Graceless by belladonna_q, with her kind permission.

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    06 Aug 2020

  5. Public Bookmark *

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    He spins and throws blindly, and another soft whump, that comforting scent of home vaporizing before him. A single raven coloured feather seasaws through the air.

    “God damn you, Sherlock!” He shouts, he screams, and there’s nothing in the space he can strike. Nothing he can grab and heave into the darkness.

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    06 Aug 2020