27-Word Fics

[evil_little_dog]

Good morning (as much as it can be for a Monday) and welcome to my week! I’m evil_little_dog and I’ll be your host with the most. Or at least the themes

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[mandatorily]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Storm.

[kim47]

Sherlock's a frenzy; he's thunder and lightning and heat and pressure, and he kisses like a fire storm, fierce, unrelenting, burning John up from the inside out.

/really going away now

[mandatorily]

Oh Holy Mother of God. See that puddle there? The heat from this just melted me into a puddle of drool on the floor. It was so worth it. You're my hero.

Good luck with the studies, doll. And thanks for peeking out for me. ;)

Spoiler for 2x03 The Reichenbach Fall

[classics_lover]

In 221B, John cowered; his limp returned.

Sherlock was gone, and the thunder became the particular sound of a man hitting the ground from a very great height.

Re: Spoiler for 2x03 The Reichenbach Fall

[mandatorily]

Oh! Oh my heart. That's just the way I see their separation from John's POV. Thank you! *runs off sobbing*

Re: Spoiler for 2x03 The Reichenbach Fall

[classics_lover]

*offers tissue*

Thank you!

Re: Spoiler for 2x03 The Reichenbach Fall

[mandatorily]

Yes, the cowering! *flails and cries*

[msmanuscript]

Mycroft always had an umbrella. He wanted to be ready. One would leave the other; it was only a matter of time. He would see it through.

[mandatorily]

Oh, wow. Oh, I love this. I don't read nearly enough Mycroft and I sort of really love the idea of him, there, waiting in the wings. Thank you! What an interesting take on my prompt. This was awesome! :)

[msmanuscript]

Thank you and you're welcome! Mycroft never got nearly enough love. Glad the fandom can fix that!