Woke up this morning to realise that it wasn’t a dream, I did indeed write more fanfic last night, and it was (apparently!) another
bizarre beautiful good one. Going slightly hysterical, partially because it’s overtly Sherlock/John and partially because it can (apparently!!) be read as allegorical fuck fuck fuck what did I do but what the hell? I’ll pimp it out anyway.
Title: Ash, Gold, Quartz
Warnings: Graphic blood and gore, pain, minor violence, and hearts (of the organic kind) as a main theme.
Kinkmeme Prompt: “Magical realism AU. Moriarty burns the heart out of Sherlock. John builds him a new one.”
Summary: Being heartless is not an advantage, the smouldering embers in his chest tell him. Swallow your pride. (I.e., Sherlock doesn’t want a heart, and John doesn’t give a fuck.)
Why is this the longest one-shot I’ve written in a while. I can’t even.