Fic Rec: Leaves, by DiscordantWords
Title: Leaves
Author: DiscordantWords
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 7,513
Rating: PG or R; I'm really not sure
Warnings: High creepiness factor. Very high. OMG so high.
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: It came on a Wednesday, with the post.
Reccer's comments: One of the tags on this story: "it's a horror story it's meant to be a bit unsettling," and holy smokes does DiscordantWords come through on that promise. I am a cowardly shipper who demands John/Sherlock happy endings, so I almost didn't read this one (another tag: "ambiguous/open ending"), but I'm glad I did. Well, sort of glad. For the value of "glad" that includes whimpering and gibbering. But it's a Halloween story, after all, and a masterful one, so brace yourself for some highly satisfactory creepout and HIT THAT LINK.
Excerpt:
Sherlock furrowed his brow and scrunched up his face in an exaggerated expression of bewilderment, holding the plant up to the light. The leaves quivered a bit, stirred by his breath.
He gave it a thorough looking-over, eyes flicking rapidly as though determined to unravel some deeper meaning to it.
"Boring," he declared, after a long period of scrutiny. He looked offended at having expended the effort. He deposited the plant on the windowsill, left the room in a flurry of dressing gown.
John stood and went over to the windowsill, looking down at the little pot. The plant was a strange, sad little thing, shriveled, dried out. It didn't look like any plant he'd ever seen, but, then, he'd never really been much for houseplants.
He tipped a little cup of water into the dry soil.
Read on the AO3.
Author: DiscordantWords
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 7,513
Rating: PG or R; I'm really not sure
Warnings: High creepiness factor. Very high. OMG so high.
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: It came on a Wednesday, with the post.
Reccer's comments: One of the tags on this story: "it's a horror story it's meant to be a bit unsettling," and holy smokes does DiscordantWords come through on that promise. I am a cowardly shipper who demands John/Sherlock happy endings, so I almost didn't read this one (another tag: "ambiguous/open ending"), but I'm glad I did. Well, sort of glad. For the value of "glad" that includes whimpering and gibbering. But it's a Halloween story, after all, and a masterful one, so brace yourself for some highly satisfactory creepout and HIT THAT LINK.
Excerpt:
Sherlock furrowed his brow and scrunched up his face in an exaggerated expression of bewilderment, holding the plant up to the light. The leaves quivered a bit, stirred by his breath.
He gave it a thorough looking-over, eyes flicking rapidly as though determined to unravel some deeper meaning to it.
"Boring," he declared, after a long period of scrutiny. He looked offended at having expended the effort. He deposited the plant on the windowsill, left the room in a flurry of dressing gown.
John stood and went over to the windowsill, looking down at the little pot. The plant was a strange, sad little thing, shriveled, dried out. It didn't look like any plant he'd ever seen, but, then, he'd never really been much for houseplants.
He tipped a little cup of water into the dry soil.
Read on the AO3.