Fic Rec: The Wrong Tree

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Title: The Wrong Tree
Author: Laura JV (jacquez)
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 3,669
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None listed
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: He didn't see why John wouldn't be interested, but John was peculiarly picky about some things (such as firing guns in the flat and going on dates with people who were not Sherlock), and he did not have enough data to know for certain whether John was, perhaps, only interested in burly men, or blond men, or non-sociopathic men. (On the other hand, John found shooting people pleasant and steadying, so he didn't have any room at all to object.)

Reccer's comments: Brilliantly done Sherlock POV, to the point where I could actually hear Sherlock's voice while reading it. The plot pretty much boils down to Sherlock being interested, but not knowing if John is and not want to risk making a move in case John isn't. Which... isn't anything new. But what is new is the way that it's written, starting with a thorough examining of Sherlock's sexuality and sexual history. John, in this, is equally enjoyable to read. Though we never get a glimpse into his head, it is clear that he is, in turns, annoyed, amused, and intrigued by the antics of his flatmate. And the pay off, when it comes, is satisfying in the extreme.

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Series rec: The Cold Song

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Title: The Ceremony of Innocence (part 4 of The Cold Song series)
Author: eldritchhorrors
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: ~10,300 this part (~50,000+ total)
Rating: hard R for graphic descriptions of violence (NC-17 other parts)
Verse: BBC
Warnings: See author's warnings for each chapter.
Author's summary: Sherlock is tested to the shattering point, but some things must be broken before they can be fixed, and some things can never remain hidden...especially from ourselves.

And then Sherlock made this noise.

It was a terrible thing. As terrible as the assemblage in front of them. John had last heard that kind of agonized whimper from a five year old boy just outside Kandahar. He’d lost his entire family in a roadside bombing, the only survivor. They’d found him wrapped around his mother, half her head gone, lap a soup of viscera and blood. He’d made that sound, a keening low in the back of his throat, when John had separated him from the corpse.

He’d never have expected it from Sherlock.

Reccer's comments: Tags of this entry are for all parts of the series, not just this one.
The first three parts were rec'd previously here but the writer just posted an additional chapter that is so powerful, it definitely calls for a re-visit to the series. With this series alone, eldritchhorrors has become a favourite writer. The way in which they incorporate music and language and story into their fic is a tremendous achievement and makes for a very emotionally hard-hitting, dynamic series. a_lliteration

Previous chapters:
01. I Hear Those Voices That Will Not Be Drowned
02. Within This Frail Crucible of Light
03. A Light Shines In The Darkness