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SHERLOCKOLOGY AND MX PUBLISHING HAVE TEAMED UP IN SUPPORT OF THE UNDERSHAW PRESERVATION TRUST, TO OFFER FANS AN OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE THEIR VERY OWN SHERLOCK HOLMES SHORT STORY PUBLISHED IN A BOOK!

WHAT IS THE BOOK?

The upcoming book, ‘Sherlock’s Home: The Empty House’ is to be a collection of short stories and poems centered around the Sherlock Holmes canon characters and for the benefit of the Undershaw Preservation Trust.

The aim is to give aspiring writers with an interest in Sherlock Holmes and Arthur Conan Doyle, the opportunity to see their writing in print, while primarily raising awareness for Undershaw.

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Oh hells yes.

Well, I’m halfway through all 221 of these! I hope I can find the strength to finish. I figured for such an important milestone in my drabbles, I needed an important milestone for John and Sherlock as well. I also wanted to see if I could do something fluffy and cute with the word “brain”. Hah.

For reference to what music is playing at the beginning, please read my short ficlet “Thaxted”.

The familiar strains of Holst piped out of the discreetly hidden speakers and John fussed nervously with his tie for the hundredth time today. Sherlock grinned at him, confident as ever, and adjusted the collar John had knocked askew. The registrar smiled at them both, clearly familiar with wedding-day jitters.

Most of the service passed in a blur, John too giddy to hear what was going on. Molly was recording everything on camera, so he could come back to it later. Eventually it came time to exchange vows, and John found himself worrying that maybe letting Sherlock write his own wasn’t the best idea.

The look on Sherlock’s face as he turned to John was so genuinely earnest, so warm, that John’s concerns melted immediately. He smiled up at the man who’d become everything to him, feeling the heat on his cheeks.

“John Watson, before I met you I was convinced that I didn’t need anyone - convinced that anyone around me would just drag me down. Somehow, you limped into my life and showed me how wrong I was, and for that I am incredibly grateful. I can only hope to stay with you for as many years as you can put up with me. I love you, and you will always be the kind, understanding heart to my brain.”

As always, please feel free to read the rest or comment on AO3 or FF.net

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone! I don’t normally share two drabbles in a row to spare you guys, but I figured I’d be festive and post this one as well.

It’s only mid-afternoon, but the pub is already filled with raucous partiers wearing a motley assortment of ridiculous green hats and shirts. John sees Greg sitting at the bar, catches his eye, and waves.

“John, hey. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to escape the missus for this one.” the DI blurts out before noticing a familiar tall, slim silhouette picking his way through the crowd, a look of complete and utter disdain crossing his distinctive features.

“Spoke too soon then, did I?” Greg asks, his eyes crinkling with mirth.

John just laughs. “I’m pretty shocked that I managed to convince him, myself.”

Greg turns to the bartender and gestures for three beers. John manages to catch her eye in time to change one of the orders to a vodka tonic to keep Sherlock quiet.

When the drinks arrive, they’re all a lurid shade of kelly green. Sherlock eyes them with distaste, shoving his back in John’s general direction.

“This is absurd, John. We’re not even Irish. What do I care about the spread of Christianity and a dead saint? What do any of these people care? And why is my cocktail such an unappetizing colour?”

“Honestly, Sherlock, will you just shut up and relax, for once? It’s just an excuse to get a bit rowdy and drink revoltingly dyed beer.”

As usual, read the rest on AO3 or FF.net if you like :)