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Devil John

Chapter 2 - Hell

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Summary: John is dead, but that’s not the end for him. Not when he has a soul left to corrupt.

Excerpt:

The room is dark, illuminated by a bare yellow incandescent light hanging down from a pale cord that has been tied in a hangman's noose. Light pools around his feet in a circle fading away into blackness. The world outside of this little circle of light is darker than a starless night, blacker than a coal mine.

Along the wall, he sees small black spiders scurrying around. They sit just outside the circle of light. Their red eyes glowing, their bodies hidden in obscurity.

“Back with us now are you, Johnny?” sings a voice with an Irish accent. “It's about time.”

John watches as Moriarty walks slowly toward him, defiling the circle of light with his very presence. He's wearing the Westwood now, under a black knee-length coat with a blood red lining. His eyes bore into John's naked flesh and he sneers.

John looks down. There are scars on his hairy chest. His bullet wound from Afghanistan is back now. He pushes to his feet, not wanting to show such vulnerability to an enemy. His back scrapes against the coarse wall and starts to bleed.

“Moriarty! This is the kind of thing that I'd expect of someone like you. I knew it had to be a trick. Where are we, and why are you holding me here?”

Moriarty rolls his head back with a sigh. Then he stomps around in a tiny circle bobbing his head from side to side in frustration as he cries, “Hell and Devils! Are we back to that again, Johnny Boy? I SO hate repeating myself.” Moriarty whips his head around to glare at John as he yells. “WHERE ARE WE?”

His voice hits John like a slap, and he falls to his knees.

“Now Johnny boy, Tell me WHERE! WE! ARE!”

“In Hell,” John says quietly.

Continued on AO3

Cheers! You can do it! Yes!

I asked my OR team today if they’re mentally prepared to turn into pandemic ICU/ITU staff. The answer was, without batting an eyelid and with a smile: ”yes of course, we know we can do what needs to be done”.

I work with badasses.

With these professionals working together with us anaesthetists, I can believe we can do this and stretch ourselves and our resources as much as possible. Bring it on.

Yes this!

It’s my best ever. 

Story: Devil John

Fandom: Sherlock

WARNING! - Not even a little PC

Excerpt:

Breathing in he smells familiar scents: The elegant dust which settles on the bookshelves and drapes. The odd chemical tang of one of Sherlock's forgotten experiments. The chalky taste of bone. The traitorous smell of cigarette smoke.

He catches his image in the mirror. His face is dark, shadowed, threatening. His black eyes shine like moonlight on an obsidian knife. He doesn't look human.

Black Dragon's Blood burns when it goes down, but it settles in John's bones as a warm heat that glows like anger. He feels dangerous.

He frowns, and the darkness grows deeper. John realizes then that he is controlling it. It must be one of the effects of being a supernatural creature. He is a demon, after all. Things should be different, like breathing. He doesn't need to breathe anymore. He breathes in anyway just for the silky feel of it.

When he crosses his arms, darkness closes around him like smoke, with only his eyes shining through. His very thoughts have the power to manipulate matter. He wants to investigate it. Discover all of the things that he can do, but suddenly, he realizes that he is not alone.

Sherlock is sitting in his chair. He was so still and so quiet that John didn't notice him at first. John wonders if he has seen him, but Sherlock never turns around. Has Sherlock fallen asleep? No, his eyes are open, and his hair has been freshly groomed. What is he waiting for?

He's wearing the white shirt that he wore the day he met John and Mary in the restaurant. The shirts that he buys for himself are tight, the buttons almost popping across his chest, the nipples peeking through. Mycroft bought this shirt. It looks modest in comparison. John floats closer.

Sherlock seems to wake then. He sits straighter in his chair before rolling up his sleeve. It is only when Sherlock reaches over to pick up a bit of rubber tubing that John notices, on the table beside him, a syringe. The empty bottle next to it reads. DIAMORPHINE HYDROCHLORIDE. John growls.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

In which Irene does not develop feelings for Sherlock, but is instead a good role model for cancer prevention.

John & Sherlock in a Gay Bar

Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid), 10 k, mature. Sherlock takes John dancing at a gay bar … for a case, supposedly. He expects John to be embarrassed by the outing, but Sherlock has never been so wrong about something. Bi-John in full club gear is a sight to behold!

Ridiculous by professorfangirl (lizeckhart), 6 k,explicit. A bit of plot, but mostly sex. John looks ridiculous in the outfit Sherlock makes him wear undercover to the gay bar, but remains so competent, ever the coiled and waiting warrior. Hot and then sweet sex when they get home and John throws him up against the wall.  A little bit of red pants. ;) Good character study of both of them. (Locked to AO3 users.)

 Strictly Business by milverton, 14 k, explicit. Classic cute Johnlock. John and Sherlock enter into a “sex only with no strings” relationship, but of course, those pesky feelings do follow. Love it. Bonus birthday lunch with Harry and friends, and a trip to a gay bar. Yum.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin, 7 k words. Sherlock decides to experiment with his sexuality, and discovers gay bars. When John finally moves back into 221b, and discovers that Sherlock is picking up men for sex, he can’t not offer to be one of them. Lovely, and lyrical, this work has the feel of an inevitable pull of fate. So beautifully told from Sherlock’s point of view. (Locked to AO3 members.)

Yours by lookupkate, explicit, 3 k. John and Sherlock go to a gay club for a case. John gets hit on and Sherlock gets jealous. Gay sex ensues. Hot Toplock.

Dancing Home by May_Shepard, 6 k, explicit. John Watson loves to dance. He’s always loved it, even if he’s never said so. This is a fantastic look at John’s stealth lovelife with men, all the times he danced with someone special he could never acknowledge, crashing together in his mind as he dances with Sherlock at that gay bar on his Stag Night. Thumbs up – just incredible!

The Only Hope for Me is You by alexabarton, 11 k, explicit. It’s the last weekend before school starts and Sherlock Holmes is out on the pull. John Watson is starting a new job and a brand new life after the break down of his marriage. It’s only meant to be a one-night stand until it all turns a little bit complicated. Teenlock. John is much older than Sherlock.

The Gay Bar Scene that never was by MadSophHatter, 1 k, teen. The gay bar scene from The Sign of Three as I envisioned it. Featuring a confused Sherlock, halfnaked men, sexy dancing and John who is absolutely not jealous.

We’re Going To A Gay Bar by CommunionNimrod, 8 k explicit. Without a case, Sherlock is being driven out of his mind with boredom. He is also being driven out of his mind with his desire for his flat mate and best friend, John Watson. Since he can have neither, he needs to find another way to silence his mind and occupy himself that doesn’t end in turning back to drugs. The night takes them to a nearby gay bar.

For a Case by ckerased, 2k, teen. Sherlock convinces John to come to a gay club with him to get information for a murder case. When Sherlock begins getting a bit too friendly with one possible witness, John intervenes.

With Me By Your Side Always by janescott, 2 k, mature. John and Sherlock go to a gay club for a case. Everyone starts hitting on John, but he thinks they’re just trying to get to Sherlock through him. Meanwhile, Sherlock is fuming.

Whisper Game by astudyinrose, 11 k, explicit. John is on his stag night at a gay club a few weeks before he ships out to Afghanistan…when he meets Sherlock Holmes.

Inertia Creeps by chucksauce, 3 k, explicit. John should’ve known something was up when he came home one evening to Sherlock pacing before the windows only to pivot on one heel and pin him with a stare. That didn’t mean, however, that he was prepared to show off his thespian chops by pretending to be Sherlock’s boyfriend in the middle of a gay bar for the sake of a case.

By the Pale Moonlight by alexxphoenix42, 5 k, explicit. Sherlock notices that once a month, John gets tarted up, slips off to parts unknown, and stays gone till the next morning with nary an explanation. Sherlock can’t resist a mystery of any stripe, but certainly not one that involves JOHN.

Denial by A_Candle_For_Sherlock, 4 k, gen. “Imagine john and sherlock going to a gay bar for a case and the bartender/manager recognizes sherlock and is all like, ‘Sherlock!! I haven’t seen you in years! How are you? Is this your boyfriend?‘” Or, what happens when denial finally gets too hard to maintain.