This will be the death of me.

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.)

AO3 | LJ

Why is this the longest one-shot I’ve written in a while. I can’t even.

I died a little inside.

SCREAMING.

NEW HEADCANON: THIS IS SHERLOCK’S GO-TO HOLIDAY CARD FOR JOHN. AJDSLF;K And John is genuinely frightened that it will happen.

brb, checking into Sherlock rehab. :|

Decided that my first homemade gif ought to be of the moment when I realized I would go down with this ship. Just that look on Sherlock’s face. The “I am a high-functioning sociopath!” line kind of gets shot to hell, doesn’t it?