Text Chat between Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes; or, The Holmes Brothers being chatty. It’s all about The Work, and Alan Turing. A Story in Five Parts.
E-Mail exchange between John Watson and Mike Stamford; or, Cupid is on a mission. His name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. A Story in Two E-Mails.
Then All The World Would See (How Much In Love We Are)by@a-different-equation:John Watson (33) meets Sherlock Holmes (28) and falls in love instantly. However, Sherlock looks for a different kind of fix and John is an ex of many things and people. Also, he’s his boss.
A story about warzones beyond Afghanistan, second chances in life, and how to not be a fuck-up anymore. Told in (dead) letters, notes and texts. It’s a Johnlock love story, elementary. (BBC!Johnlock, mature, ca. 25k)
Chapter Two is Up. And OMG does it look differently now. It took ages but hell, I know why I *love* epistolary. There’s not much more fun than “spying” on the Holmes’ brothers bickering & bantering (which they would deny, of course) :D
Thursday Teaser for chapter 2 of “Then All The World Would See (How Much in Love We Are)”
I mentioned that the fan fiction is an epistolary fic, right? As you can see: I experimented a bit :D
Thetexting, the blog entries, the emails, the letters, the notesetc., ALL will be visuals now.
Quite exciting, don’t you think. It’s a WIP atm - however, it’s not Sunday yet (& I’m shit with tech stuff & I’m on holiday … so take it easy on me, yes, pretty please.)
In case, you’re interested in catching up: chapter 1 can be read here.
What’s the fun in setting a Johnlock fic in a Dead Letters Office WITHOUT making it into an epistolary fic? Not sure if the Holmes’ brothers would use WhatsApp but let’s play pretend, yes?!
In case, you’re interested how John felt about Sherlock showing up at his work:
One morning, a young man stood upon my office threshold. I can see that figure now – his expensive looking, probably tailor-made suit, a cosy looking scarf which matched the colour of his button-down, and a coat that resembled the iconic one Oscar Wilde used to wear. He was overall strikingly gorgeous.
The man was Sherlock Holmes.
And as it is over, I can admit it now, in these private documents for anyone but myself, that I saw him and fell in love with him instantly.
Our eyes locked and it was as if I had come home at last, only to learn that home was not a place but a person. A person who happen to be a man.
Well, fuck me.
The complete first chapter (ca. 2,500 words) can be read here. Chapter 2 will be up — all with shiny new visuals - on Sunday, 15th of July.
