fics: every part of your body rubs against the bricks & you imagined, from other stories you've read
Title: every part of your body rubs against the bricks
Author: postcardmystery
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes, '09 RDJ and Jude Law versions
Wordcount: 5000 words
Rating: NC-17
Characters: in addition to the obvious, Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler, Mrs Hudson, and Inspector Lestrade.
Pairing(s): Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warning(s): tons, explicit discussion of mental health issues, (bipolar I), suicide and associated self-harm, violence, explicit references to wounding in war, very rough sex, crime scenes and, therefore, murder, and drug use, both legal and not.
Disclaimer: most very definitely not mine.
Summary: This is a story I have meant to write for years, that I have always meant to write, a story about the London Underground and the heart of Sherlock Holmes, because Sherlock Holmes is London, so this, I suppose, is a love letter to London, and the London that Sherlock Holmes sees. A modern alternate universe, where everything is very almost exactly the same, except for a few little details.
The heart of the city, it’s its heart, dark and beating and flooded, he tells him, at night, when he can’t sleep, and sometimes when he can, it’s the city’s heart, and this city is mine, even when it’s sleeping, even when I am, and Watson smiles, says, “Is that why they kicked you off the tube again? Honestly, mate, do you never learn?”
Title: you imagined, from other stories you've read, that you know it well
Author: postcardmystery
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes, '09 RDJ and Jude Law versions
Wordcount: 5000 words
Rating: NC-17
Characters: in addition to the obvious, Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler, Mrs Hudson, and Inspector Lestrade.
Pairing(s): Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warning(s): tons, explicit discussion of mental health issues, (bipolar I), suicide and associated self-harm, violence, explicit references to wounding in war, prostitution, very rough sex, crime scenes and, therefore, murder, and drug use, both legal and not.
Disclaimer: most very definitely not mine.
Summary: The sequel to every part of your body rubs against the bricks, a modern day au, Sherlock Holmes knows London, is London, but as it starts to change around him, the edges blur and shift, he's not so sure he knows it so well, after all. (Perhaps the best way to explain this story is to say that it was heavily influenced by Alan Moore, The Crimson Petal and the White, and the London Underground.)
Behind the the bricks of Victoria Station, something lurks, if he could just push the bricks just right, if he could just get his fingers, rubbed raw and bleeding, through the cracks, if he could just slide behind to where voices chatter, voices with accents that chime wrong but pierce right, behind the bricks, where the smoke and the gas lamps and the mud waits for him, waits always--
Author: postcardmystery
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes, '09 RDJ and Jude Law versions
Wordcount: 5000 words
Rating: NC-17
Characters: in addition to the obvious, Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler, Mrs Hudson, and Inspector Lestrade.
Pairing(s): Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warning(s): tons, explicit discussion of mental health issues, (bipolar I), suicide and associated self-harm, violence, explicit references to wounding in war, very rough sex, crime scenes and, therefore, murder, and drug use, both legal and not.
Disclaimer: most very definitely not mine.
Summary: This is a story I have meant to write for years, that I have always meant to write, a story about the London Underground and the heart of Sherlock Holmes, because Sherlock Holmes is London, so this, I suppose, is a love letter to London, and the London that Sherlock Holmes sees. A modern alternate universe, where everything is very almost exactly the same, except for a few little details.
The heart of the city, it’s its heart, dark and beating and flooded, he tells him, at night, when he can’t sleep, and sometimes when he can, it’s the city’s heart, and this city is mine, even when it’s sleeping, even when I am, and Watson smiles, says, “Is that why they kicked you off the tube again? Honestly, mate, do you never learn?”
Title: you imagined, from other stories you've read, that you know it well
Author: postcardmystery
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes, '09 RDJ and Jude Law versions
Wordcount: 5000 words
Rating: NC-17
Characters: in addition to the obvious, Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler, Mrs Hudson, and Inspector Lestrade.
Pairing(s): Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warning(s): tons, explicit discussion of mental health issues, (bipolar I), suicide and associated self-harm, violence, explicit references to wounding in war, prostitution, very rough sex, crime scenes and, therefore, murder, and drug use, both legal and not.
Disclaimer: most very definitely not mine.
Summary: The sequel to every part of your body rubs against the bricks, a modern day au, Sherlock Holmes knows London, is London, but as it starts to change around him, the edges blur and shift, he's not so sure he knows it so well, after all. (Perhaps the best way to explain this story is to say that it was heavily influenced by Alan Moore, The Crimson Petal and the White, and the London Underground.)
Behind the the bricks of Victoria Station, something lurks, if he could just push the bricks just right, if he could just get his fingers, rubbed raw and bleeding, through the cracks, if he could just slide behind to where voices chatter, voices with accents that chime wrong but pierce right, behind the bricks, where the smoke and the gas lamps and the mud waits for him, waits always--