Simply an instrument of the gods

Another find in my Google Drive folders...

Actually, I have two versions of this drabble, a serious one (this), and a more humourous one...

Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Gabriel!Dean/Sam
Word Count: 383
Warnings: Almost incest
Summary: Sam has a guilty fantasy, Gabriel helps him realise it safely.
Title: ( From Fantasy to Reality )

I finished sprucing up this blog...
The links should all be working, my fics should all be formatted properly, tagged, spellchecked and crossposted to AO3, tags should have been wrangled, and embarrassing stuff should have been removed or hidden into an aptly named Google Drive folder: Old Fics of SHAME!!!, for your entertainment information.

I'll fix what needs fixing, repost what bears reposting, make public what should be and hide under the friendlist!carpet what is more personal.

Feel free to browse the NEW! UPDATED! and EXPANDED! Fic Masterlist.


Fun fact: after posting some - this bears repeating - 13 years old drabbles on AO3, I noticed that at least ONE person liked them (YAY) but.... apparently NOONE liked one of my favourite Moriarty fic. I understand, that one was hard to love. But it breaks my little (black) heart.

EDIT: Aaaaand I've given my 60 days notice to my livejournal. Bye bye.

You know when you move, you pack all your belongings in boxes, throw away a lot of stuff you no longer think are important or useful, and you find things you thought were lost forever? It's the perfect opportunity for a bit of spring cleaning.

I know from firsthand experience, since we moved two weeks ago. (We have unpacked everything but a box of shoes, despite the toddler's 'help'.)

Now I am doing the same to my blog. Since I copied ALL of my posts from livejournal over here, and I plan to delete my lj account, I'll only be doing the editing once, over here.

I'm starting from the dawn of time (at least from 2004, which is when I opened my account), tagging posts, polishing and reposting fic I COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FORGOT ABOUT* on AO3, and probably deleting broken links and rants.

Please do NOT browse any tag other than BBC Sherlock related ones, as I might have rushed through a few crappy posts just for tags, and than realised I might not keep them.


[* The main reason is that they are 13 years old. Teenager fics. All pimply, unbetaed and ungrammatical. Quite nightmarish.]

Just a short 221B that I had on my google drive and forgot to tweak. Now freshly trimmed into the 221B format. Enjoy.

Oh, I didn't realize I've never used Jim/Mycroft as a tag. And my brain and my WIP folder on the old pc are full of this pairing! This must be remedied.

Rating: Pg
Pairing: Mycroft/Moriarty
Word Count: 221B
Summary: By now Mycroft has learned how to deal with Moriarty in bed.
Title: ( Gagged )

Careful, the following might be mildly insulting and/or repetitive in points.
This is what I'd like to say every time someone asks me for computer advice, and or calls panicking for help (luckily, it doesn't happen often).

( The foolproof guide to a virus-free computer )

Then it occurred to me, that Sherlock might have left a similar memo on the lab's computers.
It would read like:

( Sherlock’s guide to a virus-free computer for the complete moron )

Gently spicy = Spicy. Reach for the water and bread.
Mildly spicy = Quite spicy, get the tissues.
Spicy = Watery eyes, cannot feel the taste of anything else in your dinner.
Very spicy = Be a good dragon imitation for the rest of the evening.
Extremely spicy = Say goodbye to your sense of taste for at least a week. At least your sinuses are clear.

And posting here my contribution to TGIO for March, where the theme was OLDER/YOUNGER.

This story is not exactly original as it is inspired by what happened between my father and his baby brother a long time ago.
If you have already read the entries over at thegameison_sh, you might remember it as #25.

Rating: Pg
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft, Mummy, Lestrade (a wink to Mycroft/Lestrade too)
Word Count: 750
Summary: Only few people are aware of that tiny scar on Mycroft's thigh; fewer still have asked how he got it, and Mycroft never told anyone.
Title: ( Old Memories )

I am almost back! I promise! *shifty eyes* I need a proper post to celebrate Italy beating France today! I mean, REALLY!!! I still can't believe it! And something for my trip to London and home, hmm, and finally something new after a (much needed) brain reboot.
My brain was/is/(I have no idea) kind of stuck on John/Mycroft fluff-ish fics. WTF?

Rating: Pg
Pairing: John/Mycroft (I try to write Lestrade but it never sounds right lately)
Word Count: 650
Summary: Mycroft had only gone to the surgery to talk to John in private; it became a full check-up as soon as he absentmindedly mentioned his headaches and the last time he had the time to get himself examined.
A/N: This one is a quick birthday present for 2ndskin, who asked for glasses!porn. Sorry, still unable to draft proper porn, but I offer the rare sight of John in glasses for you collection.
Title: ( Headache )

Can I leave Moriarty alone for a day?
Oh, god, no.
Hope that answers any remaining equiries as to my mental health.

Rating: G
Pairing: Molly/Jim
Word Count: 221B
Summary: It was too easy to dismiss Molly as the sweet, shy, insignificant morgue attendant.
Title: ( Molly Hooper )

Time for more CRACKFIC, I reckon.
So, ladies, gentlemen and genderconfused lurkers...

Warning: contains absolute and senseless crack, reference to most characters, a lot of strange things implied. And GLITTERY/HEARTY/SPARKLY/OVERSIZED text.

For you, fengirl88, who asked so politely, and for everyone else who wanted more rambling!Anderson.

( Anderson's Diary, Part 2/? )
ps: this picks up directly after the end of part 1, which you may find HERE