Title: My Phone’s on Vibrate For You 4
Author:
misslucyjane
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Warning/Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 2300
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John tries an experiment.
Notes: Continued from part 3.
Monthly Archives: January 2011
My Phone’s on Vibrate for You 3
Title: My Phone’s on Vibrate For You 3
Author:
misslucyjane
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Warning/Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 2300
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John has no idea what’s going on, but he does know he’s never been happier.
Notes: Continued from part 2.
Sherlockbbc_fic rec dump (or, anonymous gets around)
Below the jump are 38 stories from the
sherlockbbc_fic comment fic meme. The authors are mostly anonymous. The links go to the fills themselves, and I have included the prompt (or the relevant part of the prompt) as a summary. Ratings and pairings are various, and please bear in mind that this is a kink meme and fills will probably not be safe for work. (Though I tend not to like stuff that’s really out there. I’m very sheltered.)
My Phone’s On Vibrate For You 2
Title: My Phone’s on Vibrate For You 2
Author:
misslucyjane
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Warning/Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 2500
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sherlock’s made a promise and he intends to keep it.
Notes: Continuing from My Phone’s On Vibrate For You. This is the PWP portion of the evening.
My Phone’s on Vibrate For You
Title: My Phone’s on Vibrate For You
Author:
misslucyjane
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Warning/Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Summary: Sherlock texts John all the time. Today’s different.
Notes: Written for this prompt from
sherlockbbc_fic.
Our Souls Sit Close and Silently
Title: Our Souls Sit Close and Silently
Author:
misslucyjane
Fandom: Merlin (RPF)
Pairing: Angel/Bradley
Warning/Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 1800
Rating: PG
Summary: Angel doesn’t love Bradley the way Gwen loves Arthur.
Notes: Written for
yuletide, for
thedreamygirl.
Our souls sit close and silently within
And their own webs from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch
– John Dryden