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!Keep the Faith!

@loveismyrevolution

you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one..... Sherlock.....Johnlock......EMP also loveismyrevolution on ao3 my sideblog @loveismoodboards for my, well, moodboards 😄 Benaddict...Martinfected... all about them... be aware of planes and yellow cars!!! and other random stuff... but never hate! you want hate? you won't get it here! ......thoughts. feelings. hopes.....
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New moodboard for a new favourite fic...

(rated M, 36k words, 10/10 chapters, Johnlock, #friends to lovers, #angst with a happy ending, #Sherlock's violin)

The violin is a retreat that eases the quiet of Sherlock Holmes' solitude. It also speaks for him when he cannot bridge the gaps his defenses create. Moments when music helps Sherlock reach out or let others in, like his stalwart flatmate and, in time, the doctor's daughter.

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This wonderful story captured my heart in an instant. Such a beautiful language interwoven with music and all possible emotions elicited by it. This story really resonated with me; in the truest sense of the word. A treasure.

( @keirgreeneyes I hope you're okay with the moodboard and @totallysilvergirl thank you for pointing me to this fantastic story! 🎼🎻💗)

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"Shatter Me" by loveismyrevolution

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He turned his head and looked Sherlock in the eyes for the first time in a long while. What he saw there caused a turmoil in his belly. What was this mix of emotions battling in Sherlock’s expression? At least, there were actual emotions. This wasn’t the cold Sherlock throwing him out of Baker Street. Although he'd never actually done that, had he? John had left before he could. This also wasn’t Shezza 2.0, who had wiped out all emotions by exhaustion either. This was different. It was an open and raw overload of emotions that John couldn’t unravel, let alone understand and most of all not handle! He looked away quickly. 

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Chapter 7 now on ao3

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Steadying himself on the walls on his way to the kitchen his fingertips made out the soothing feeling of the pattern of the wallpaper. Grounding, no imagination, in touch with reality.
But reality was floating when the fading scent of fresh roasted toast tricked him into expecting to hear the familiar sound of John clattering on in the kitchen - even though the quietness of the flat told him that he was alone.

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Chapter 6 is up

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While wishing his mind to pretend, to lead him to the place of no sentiment, he glimpsed a dark spot out of the corner of the eye. That hadn't been here before. Definitely his imagination going wild then. 

Don't care. Don't care.

When Sherlock heard a choked gasp his gaze involuntarily wandered to the spot, to the figure that slowly got shape. 

Short, denims, plaid button down, neatly trimmed blond fringe shimmering golden in the incoming light. 

His mind had failed, his imagination was cruel.

But the eyes. Deep blue eyes, locked on his.

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chapter 4 is up

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He moved faster and faster still, breathing heavily, no orientation left. His hair and his body were wet with sweat, curls flying, whirling around his head. The air brushed his damp skin, numbing it, cool enough to let the fire die down. Hiding it underneath the remains of the burned, under grey ash. Ash of the colour of greying hair. He knew ash. Ash was safe. At least he could pretend.

'What I can't see I can’t observe. What I can’t observe I cannot deduce. I don't need to think about it. It's not important. It's irrelevant.'

When he felt dizzy enough to see the world turning without seeing anything at all, he ended his pirouettes by standing with his legs spread, feet wide apart but secure on the ground, his arms resting reassuringly at his sides. His head held high and proud.

He felt a drop of sweat run down his temple, following a path next to his earlobe along his jaw and down his throat to pool in the small hollow above his collarbone. The slight tickling send a shiver down his spine, his skin being over-sensitive sending high-voltage through his synapses. He didn’t allow it to distract him. He had to be in charge, controlled, shielded.

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"Shatter Me" by loveismyrevolution

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Ooooohh if you are not reading this story, start now! There is beautiful dance, insightful music, and two men, who mean so much to each other they can't see the other clearly anymore! This chapter is beautiful ❤️❤️

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Coming soon…

Shatter Me 

This is a story about two men trying to find their way back into the comfort of their companionship. No easy task in the aftermath of the events of Reichenbach, a wedding and a shot through the heart. They are facing a very rocky road ahead with a lot of introspection, misunderstandings, angst and pining. They each try to cope in their own particular way. Eventually, they’ll find a way to communicate and learn about the true nature of their feelings. 

This story is not an AU albeit not canon compliant. It splits off right after the confrontation at Leinster Gardens. There’s no baby. There’s no redemption for Mary. The tarmac and S4 never happened. 

If you love Johnlock songs, if you love dancing Sherlock, if you love texting and talking and not talking and idiots being idiots… if you can stand a whole bunch of angst with a very happy Johnlock ending… then this story might be for you.

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John’s throat felt strangled. That was what had tortured him when Sherlock had been… gone. That was why there had been no other option for him than to move out. The silence of the flat, no longer filled by Sherlock’s extensive monologues, Sherlock’s sulks… what would he have given for a bit of bickering, for being called an idiot again, for Sherlock’s sulking form on the sofa… because that would have also meant Sherlock’s bright eyes, mischief around the corner of his mouth, Sherlock’s stir crazy joy at the prospect of catching a serial killer, Sherlock’s warmth and gentleness towards Mrs Hudson and that private little smile Sherlock kept only for John… 

And now? Now that he was back? John had hoped to feel less lonely. He had hoped to get his Sherlock back. He had hoped to feel as if he belonged again. But where was that smile? The glint in his eyes? He hadn’t seen it in a long time. Had it ever been back since Sherlock’s return? There had always been a silent understanding between the two of them, but now John had the feeling that he didn’t understand Sherlock at all…

Knowing the song by heart, remembering each word as if it were burned into the back of his mind, John silently started singing along. Nothing more than a whisper at first, but each note echoed boisterously in the hollow of his heart…

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There will be 21 chapters updated regularly two to three times per month. First chapter will be posted on ao3 on Saturday.

I have to thank my lovely friends, amazing betas and enthusiastic cheerleaders @shylockgnomes and @jobooksncoffee (and also @mylastvow for being ever so enduring and patient in the early stages of this fic). Without them this fic would never have been what it is now. Let alone being published…

Tagging some who showed interest. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged (or untagged) for updates.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mike Stamford Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternative First Meeting, Strangers to Lovers, but not really, Sherlock is also a drama queen, and a drag queen, and a pole dancer, still not really, It’s For a Case, John Watson is desperate, Pole Dancing, lap dance, Hand Job, First Kiss, Sherlock is Pirate, Sherlock and Eyeliner Summary:

When Mike Stamford invited him to a fun night out, John Watson never expected it would become such a wild ride - captivated by an enigmatic pirate his life suddenly gains speed in an unexpected direction.

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Suddenly the stage was brightly lid by a spotlight and the curtain was drawn, revealing some weird decoration. A fisher’s net, a barrel, even a stuffed parrot on a branch and a Jolly Roger in the back.

Well, that was unexpected. And different from all the other times he’d watched such a performance. 

“But still, bit silly that”, John thought stubbornly when something gleaming caught his attention.

A dancing pole, center stage.

“Well, maybe this would be okay after all”, John reconsidered with some excitement.

A smaller curtain in the background was raised with a swish and a in a cloud of fume and mist a figure was hiding in the shadows. A slow deep humming music started playing, the creaking of ropes and masts. In the background, the person waiting, not moving.

“Must be a drama queen with such an opening”, John rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

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So, here goes my first ever fic. Hope you’ll enjoy it! Let me know what you think… 

Please, for the love of god, READ THIS FIC ITS SO AMAZING!!! So hot, so lovely, so beautiful! Just great!

Go read this if you haven’t yet!!!!!

@morgendaemmerung89 OMG... thank you for the rec, lovely 💜😍💜... So glad you enjoyed it 😘

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So my Good Omens fellows…

(I don’t know if this even is a thing, but…. )

I wonder why nobody is talking about the fact that in the opening credits the “demons tail” pierces the “angels halo” …. They literally go “(demonic) dick into (holy) hole” right from the beginning 😆😏
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