Okay, so I wrote another johnlock piece today (The Shadows in the Night), and I’ve decided this will be part of a series I’m calling Night Hymns:

John finds that Sherlock comes to his bed late at night. During the day no one would ever know they were more then just friends and flatmates. But something different happens in the dark. Is it only a dream, a release? Or is it something more?

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So, I wrote a gunplay johnlock. Also some bondage. For reasons. I wish someone would make art of this… Teaser and link below the cut:

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I’m a just gonna reblog this for the not middle of the night people (well i was late for me)

So, I wrote a gunplay johnlock. Also some bondage. For reasons. I wish someone would make art of this… Teaser and link below the cut:

“Bored,” muttered Sherlock, staring up at the ceiling. John grit his teeth. It had been far too long since a case. The weather outside was sleeting and cold, preventing him from taking a walk and making his knee ache a bit despite the roaring fire. Sherlock was laid out on the couch, fingers steepeled on his chest. The dressing gown was open, but at least he’d put on his pajama bottoms this time. “John,” he whined. “Bored.”

That was it. John got up from his computer and headed up to his room. He had an idea that Sherlock probably wasn’t expecting from him, but truth be told, it was something he’d half-wanted to try for a while. Sherlock was just as adventurous in the bedroom as he was in the rest of his life, but this wasn’t something they’d done before.

Taking his gun out of the drawer, John quickly emptied the clip and checked to make sure the chamber was empty. Then checked again after sliding the clip home. Breath coming shorter now, he peeled off his jumper, leaving himself in a white tshirt and jeans. He gave himself a short nod as he put the gun in the back of his waistband and went back downstairs.

Winter Boredom at Baker Street

So yeah, I’m apparently on a Johnlock kick. I wrote another one tonight >.<. That makes three since the first of the month. This one is a first time fic:

Since moving in to Baker Street, John Watson found the nightmares came much less often. But they still came, creeping unsuspecting from the dark, leaving him gasping and panting in his sheets, sometimes grabbing his shoulder as if the wound was fresh and bleeding. There was no getting back to sleep after that and since his laptop was usually in the sitting room he’d just sit in the dark and watch the night pass through the high window, waiting for the dawn when he could creep downstairs and make himself a cuppa and pretend the nightmares never happened.

On one of those chill nights, a few months after this mad adventure with Sherlock started, he shot awake again, groaning as he grabbed his shoulder, trying to shake himself awake, even as he was halfway reaching for a gun that wasn’t there.  The door creaked as it opened and he sat bolt upright, reaching for the gun in his nightstand on instinct.

“John.” Sherlock’s voice was quiet, soothing.

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Fanfics are me, apparently

So apparently I’ve been on a fanfic kick the last few days. By far the most popular thing I’ve ever done is the couple of Johnlock stories, but here’s what I’ve posted:

Johnlock

Maybe That Movie Before Bed Was a Bad Idea – John Watson  watches Star Trek into Darkness and has an interesting dream about himself, Sherlock and Khan

A Man in Uniform – When Sherlock asked him to put on his old dress uniform, John thought it was for a case. When he finds it wasn’t necessary, well, someone is going to get punished. Uniform kink plus spanking.

Supernatural

Apparently I’ve developed an interest in writing 10 year old Dean Winchester and family angst.

Birthday Blues – It’s Dean’s 10th birthday. To him it’s just another day, but Sam doesn’t forget.

Some Walls Fall, Some Walls Remain – John comes home early from a hunt because the Berlin Wall is coming down. Dean tries to understand.

Janto

Bruises on the Heart – Actually wrote this a while ago. Short little hurt/comfort fic about Jack and Ianto comforting one another. Only smut is on the Ianto comforting Jack side.

Fanfics are me, apparently

So apparently I’ve been on a fanfic kick the last few days. By far the most popular thing I’ve ever done is the couple of Johnlock stories, but here’s what I’ve posted:

Johnlock

Maybe That Movie Before Bed Was a Bad Idea – John Watson  watches Star Trek into Darkness and has an interesting dream about himself, Sherlock and Khan

A Man in Uniform – When Sherlock asked him to put on his old dress uniform, John thought it was for a case. When he finds it wasn’t necessary, well, someone is going to get punished. Uniform kink plus spanking.

Supernatural

Apparently I’ve developed an interest in writing 10 year old Dean Winchester and family angst.

Birthday Blues – It’s Dean’s 10th birthday. To him it’s just another day, but Sam doesn’t forget.

Some Walls Fall, Some Walls Remain – John comes home early from a hunt because the Berlin Wall is coming down. Dean tries to understand.

Janto

Bruises on the Heart – Actually wrote this a while ago. Short little hurt/comfort fic about Jack and Ianto comforting one another. Only smut is on the Ianto comforting Jack side.