Fic: If I Allowed It
Title: If I Allowed It
Fandom/Pairing: BBC Sherlock, Sherlock/Lestrade, John/'Anthea'
Rating: R
Word count: 4,895
Summary: John and Lestrade are pub buddy BFFs. Lestrade is obsessed with Sherlock. Sherlock is obsessed with Lestrade. Poor John is stuck in the middle, and can't help but play matchmaker.
Warnings: Some talk of kink, cursing, groping, a lot of talk of corpses and body parts, drinking, facetious/melodramatic suicidal ideation, an instance of binge eating.
Notes: This is the first fic I've ever written in which John is 100% straight. THIS IS UTTER MADNESS. (I can't believe I managed to write a Sherlock/John/Lestrade threesome BEFORE writing straight-up cracky Sherlock/Lestrade. What is wrong with me? XD)
Teaser: ‘But honestly, doesn’t it bother you that he’s right there, within reach, practically handed to you on a silver platter, and you’re still being a cold motherfucker to him at every opportunity?’
‘I am not being a cold motherfucker,’ said Sherlock.
‘You are being,’ said John, ‘the coldest motherfucker alive.’
Read it over at my journal!
Fandom/Pairing: BBC Sherlock, Sherlock/Lestrade, John/'Anthea'
Rating: R
Word count: 4,895
Summary: John and Lestrade are pub buddy BFFs. Lestrade is obsessed with Sherlock. Sherlock is obsessed with Lestrade. Poor John is stuck in the middle, and can't help but play matchmaker.
Warnings: Some talk of kink, cursing, groping, a lot of talk of corpses and body parts, drinking, facetious/melodramatic suicidal ideation, an instance of binge eating.
Notes: This is the first fic I've ever written in which John is 100% straight. THIS IS UTTER MADNESS. (I can't believe I managed to write a Sherlock/John/Lestrade threesome BEFORE writing straight-up cracky Sherlock/Lestrade. What is wrong with me? XD)
Teaser: ‘But honestly, doesn’t it bother you that he’s right there, within reach, practically handed to you on a silver platter, and you’re still being a cold motherfucker to him at every opportunity?’
‘I am not being a cold motherfucker,’ said Sherlock.
‘You are being,’ said John, ‘the coldest motherfucker alive.’
Read it over at my journal!