ur sherlock/hannibal aus are invalidated by the fact that sherlock is so incredibly rude hannibal would eat him
i definitely want to read that
“Oh, I thought … well, I thought you left already…”
Remember when every American had an anthrax scare in the Reichenbach Falls
in the first episode of season 3 for john to say something like “no one could be that loyal” and then sherlock would go “you could”
because parallels and role reversals and ugh please do this
Okay, seriously. Listen up, friends and neighbors.
Penny has posted the last chapter of Malta Bright, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that in some ways this shows me the best potential of fanfiction fulfilled. There’s a point in the sexual scene between John and Sherlock where sensation and emotion are at knife’s-edge intensity, and John unwitting uses the words Sherlock said on the roof of St. Bart’s:
“‘Will you do this for me?’ he says. The words Sherlock used to make John watch him die. Invoking them now is warped and heady and he feels both that he’s shouldering a heavy weight and in some way freeing himself. The horror that’s underpinned his every moment for the last few months… well, here it is. They are standing half in this room and half in the darkest point of their lives together.
There’s a moment just after this that left me in fucking tears, because it brings everything complicated and wrought in their relationship under almost unbearable pressure and condenses it to one diamond-bright moment of resolution. (And despite the sometimes girly emotional persona I put on, crying at the computer just doesn’t happen to me.) It’s fucking gorgeous, this moment, it returns them to the most intense part of their experience as lovers, and ours as viewers, and lets them recast it as they, and we, wish they could.
If I can be a media theory geek for a moment: to take us back to the canon and not just reference it, but amplify and redirect the emotional force and content of that experience—well, that’s the greatest potential of fanfiction. Not fanfiction as an imitation or inferior version of “real” (gag) literature, but as a literary experience of its own unique kind, that redraws the relationship between producer, consumer, and character, so that in some way we get to experience the pleasures of all three at the same time. Look, I try really hard never to play the “Listen, I’m a professor and I know what I’m talking about” card, because I know it can put people off, but—I’m a professor and I know what I’m talking about. Please read this fic.
I know BDSM isn’t for everyone. But this kind of sheer psychological and erotic insight is. So if BDSM isn’t your kink, well—just try to deal with it long enough to get this fic. Try to move through it, brace yourself to understand and get it, because it is so, so worth it.
Seriously this story. Uhhh. The resolution of the Fall. Bloody brilliant.
That is one hell of a rec. I haven’t read Sherlock fic aside from Texts in literally about six months, but I am actually excited to read this. Doing it.
What is the penalty for kicking legs frantically?
POINT YOUR TOES, SHERLOCK
Ugh, way overscored on execution but the penalties leveled it. His legs were all over the place.