[fic] in theory this is the last in the series. in practice, Mycroft.

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Title: amare et sapere vix deo conceditur
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing/Characters: Mycroft/original character, mostly Gen though.
Warnings: Repeatedly depressing.
Disclaimer: BBC/ACD property. Research amounts to Wikipedia.

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[dragged_up]

:( :( :(

[apiphile]

REMEMBER WHEN I USED TO WRITE COMEDY

[desfinado]

Oh god oh GOD. PLEASE WRITE THESE TWO BEING BROTHERS FOREVER.

“I was in here first,” Sherlock repeated, with the affronted dignity of a boy who still clung grimly to the idea that there could, somehow, be a form of justice in the uncaring universe if only he was stubborn enough. “Why don’t you check before you come barging in here -“

and:

Mycroft had never been tremendously fond of orgasm, but his body seemed to demand it as it demanded food; without his consent, control, or capability for doing anything but mitigate the aftereffects

You write the characters SO well and just... those last two lines. INCREDIBLE.

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Aaaaah you are far too kind. <3

PS: THERE IS A VERY REAL DANGER THAT I WILL ACTUALLY WRITE ABOUT THEM FOREVER.