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Итак продолжаем наш марафон по ахрененным фикам фандома Sherlock BBC!
by deuxexmycroft
Title: The Loss of Flesh and Soul
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warnings: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, One-Sided Relationship, Crossover
Summary: Five years after John Watson puts the murderous Sherlock Holmes behind bars, a vicious copycat killer emerges. A reluctant John is pulled out of retirement to seek the expertise of the only man who can help, a man who has developed an unsettling obsession with John himself.
Crossover with Red Dragon/Silence of the Lambs
Chapter One
Началось все так же прозаично - ЭТО ВСЕ ТУМБЛЕР и его гениальный автор reapersun. Ох уж ее иллюстрации... всю душу вынут честное же слово. Да я бы в жизни этот фик не нашел, да даже бы и не искал! И ЗРЯ. 5 глав из 6, такой текст, такой текст! Да вы посмотрите только кроссвер-то с чем. Я не смотрел оригинал, но не думаю, что это испортило бы мне впечатление, я оторваться не мог, так оно затягивает. Спойлерить тут нечего, но вот от сцены ниже, иллюстрацию к которой вы увидите под катом, у меня натурально перекрыло дыхание. Шикарно и жутко. Осторожно! Он большой и чуть спойлерный по первой главе.
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"And then when you put me on the floor, everything went very black." He rubbed at his eyes as the memories rushed back, lying curled on his side on Sherlock's carpet with blood leaking from his gut and staining everything red. He remembered being too weak to move, then too weak to open his eyes. "I woke up in hospital thinking I was dying. The nurse had to come and reassure me that I'd gotten out, that I was alive, that you were locked up forever. I'd cheated death. I could live life to the full."
"But that wasn't how you felt," Sherlock breathed, "was it."
John shook his head and clenched his eyes shut. He'd never talked about this. It was only when he clenched his hands into fists that he realised they were already pressed protectively over his stomach. "I felt like I'd died on your carpet that night, but somehow my body was still moving. I was so tired. I couldn't live. I just… existed."
He should have stayed further from the yellow line. Lost in memory, he forgot his caution.
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В общем, как я уже говорила "ноги в руки и читать!" (с)
Итак продолжаем наш марафон по ахрененным фикам фандома Sherlock BBC!
by deuxexmycroft
Title: The Loss of Flesh and Soul
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warnings: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, One-Sided Relationship, Crossover
Summary: Five years after John Watson puts the murderous Sherlock Holmes behind bars, a vicious copycat killer emerges. A reluctant John is pulled out of retirement to seek the expertise of the only man who can help, a man who has developed an unsettling obsession with John himself.
Crossover with Red Dragon/Silence of the Lambs
Chapter One
Началось все так же прозаично - ЭТО ВСЕ ТУМБЛЕР и его гениальный автор reapersun. Ох уж ее иллюстрации... всю душу вынут честное же слово. Да я бы в жизни этот фик не нашел, да даже бы и не искал! И ЗРЯ. 5 глав из 6, такой текст, такой текст! Да вы посмотрите только кроссвер-то с чем. Я не смотрел оригинал, но не думаю, что это испортило бы мне впечатление, я оторваться не мог, так оно затягивает. Спойлерить тут нечего, но вот от сцены ниже, иллюстрацию к которой вы увидите под катом, у меня натурально перекрыло дыхание. Шикарно и жутко. Осторожно! Он большой и чуть спойлерный по первой главе.
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"And then when you put me on the floor, everything went very black." He rubbed at his eyes as the memories rushed back, lying curled on his side on Sherlock's carpet with blood leaking from his gut and staining everything red. He remembered being too weak to move, then too weak to open his eyes. "I woke up in hospital thinking I was dying. The nurse had to come and reassure me that I'd gotten out, that I was alive, that you were locked up forever. I'd cheated death. I could live life to the full."
"But that wasn't how you felt," Sherlock breathed, "was it."
John shook his head and clenched his eyes shut. He'd never talked about this. It was only when he clenched his hands into fists that he realised they were already pressed protectively over his stomach. "I felt like I'd died on your carpet that night, but somehow my body was still moving. I was so tired. I couldn't live. I just… existed."
He should have stayed further from the yellow line. Lost in memory, he forgot his caution.
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В общем, как я уже говорила "ноги в руки и читать!" (с)