This is the end of the first part, The Iron Ring. There will be several smaller, shorter parts to come regarding the people also drawn into the marriage, but I only have one written right now, and with this story I'm at 6638, which qualifies for MiniWriMo, so expect some more Married!Sherlock shorts soon. Hope you've enjoyed this.

Also, despite the ( Read more... )

“That’s disgusting,” Joan said, as Sherlock lowered his hand. “Do you even know where that’s been?”

“With my brother, I assume, so you’re probably right to fear some kind of contamination.” Sherlock didn’t look too particularly concerned, though.  “An iron ring. Well, Mycroft always was much more poetic than I.” He started to toss it in the gutter.
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Sherlock managed to pout without actually pouting as he scanned the pub for women. Pretend it’s a case, he told himself. They’re witnesses, they’re all witnesses. Which one is most likely to answer your questions…

A woman standing near the door caught his eye. Medium blond hair, not drunk although she’d been there quite a while, recently broke up ( Read more... )

Lestrade had been drinking when Sherlock “popped the question.” Beer sprayed over Sherlock and John both as he coughed and spluttered, face white.

John’s face went into his hands, the picture of saint like patience and sheer exasperation.

“What, was that not good?” Sherlock said, glancing backward. Only when he saw John’s defeated posture did he ( Read more... )

Said "church" here intentionally left vague. Fill in the blanks if you like.

“Well…” Although he hadn’t had taken another drink, John felt less and less sober as he thought over the idea of Sherlock’s apparently impending marriage. Part of him thought the idea hilarious. The rest of him wondered if he wasn’t creating a monster. “We need to get ( Read more... )

Thirty minutes later, the buzz was getting stronger. Anderson was sleeping on the table, Dimmock and the two men John now knew were called Peters and Clarke were laughing uncontrollably, Sally was glaring darkly at everyone who passed and muttering into her hand, and Lestrade had finished his second drink and was gone getting a third. John wasn’t ( Read more... )

I think we're heading out of the cannibal jokes and into the area of borderline crack now.

Lestrade called them over to the table within seconds of them walking in through the door. He’d been looking out for them-then again, it wasn’t hard to look out for an imposing giant and his friend the walking jumper.

“We’re trying to decide how many shots it’ ( Read more... )

I want to start off by saying I'm very, very sorry about the nature of the ghastly waterfront case John referred to. And how light the dialogue seems despite talking about something awful. My only defense is it's November and that's how the story wanted to be written.

Well, that and I WANTED TO WRITE A COMEDY FOR ONCE, DAGGUMIT. See how that's ( Read more... )

A/N: My name is neither Moffat nor Gatiss nor Doyle. Is fanfiction. Is called FANfiction for reason. This is my MiniWriMo story for Watson's Woes. It's called the Iron Ring, and it is about the marriage of Sherlock Holmes and what happened after. Meaning it'll start with the story of the marriage of Sherlock Holmes and kind of merge into a few ( Read more... )

Ah, November. Literary Christmas, and all the stresses, anguishes, and joys that entails ( Read more... )