Tag: not my fic

“S’cuse me?” Lester Nygaard asked. “Accents,” Jim repeated. “Can you imitate. Because… you happen to look a lot like someone…I know very well.” Jim opened up his case and produced a series of photographs. One was of a man who resembled the North Dakota born moron greatly. “His name is John Watson. He’s married… to someone I once really liked.” He slid John’s picture aside to reveal a woman with short, blonde hair. “But now she’s boring. Won’t kill him.” Lester stared at the pictures. -2

traumachu: “Oh jeez… I look like this guy?” Lester asked. “Yes,” Jim repeated. This man…

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Blood. His body was filthy with it, golden skin turned red with gore. The pool beneath him was warm and wet, fresh from the throats of the three businessmen who’d dared to steal a shipment of arms from Jim. John pushed himself up on his knees as Jim took his place behind him. “You really ought to come with me more often,” he cooed, rubbing lubricated fingers against John’s muscle. “You look beautiful in red.” “Thank you, Daddy,” John breathed, tilting his head to return Jim’s ghastly grin.

johnwantsit: Oh god. I. I should not find violence this sexy. ^^^ What I said…

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In the old days, he would have taken him away as a child. Snatched him out of a bedroom window or a garden when his mother’s back was turned, or straight out of a cradle at night. He would have put a changling in his place, and kept the human to grow and keep forever in his homeworld. How tedious and stupid humans were now. How completely inane it was to obey their rules when he was faerie born! Still, at least now Sherlock had him, this human named John, this golden engima.

johnwantsit: John Watson with his unassuming jumpers and his friendly smile. John Watson who could…

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