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About to try my hand at original fiction- proper original with people and ideas I made up all by myself (hopefully) fiction.
Hopefully it won't be horrible. I don't want to write a soul-searing epic, just... Something good. Something someone else wants to read.
Hopefully it won't be horrible. I don't want to write a soul-searing epic, just... Something good. Something someone else wants to read.
Tags:
- accidental responsibility,
- black eyeliner,
- eek what if it's crap,
- haven't done one like this before,
- hopefully it'll work though,
- i like making up tags more than i like w,
- keep calm and shoot to kill,
- not a fic,
- not good,
- possibly i am a bad person,
- scary,
- should really be sleeping,
- shouting,
- so tired,
- so yeah,
- sort of title,
- supposed to be writing an essay,
- the fuck?,
- this guy,
- up too late on a school night,
- weeping,
- where'd the cat go?
Fill: Percussive Therapy
Nov. 3rd, 2011 09:52 pmFandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG - Guts.
Word Count: About 2000?
Summary: Written for this prompt on the kink meme. One day in the lab, Sherlock says something/does something/generally pushes too hard, and Molly loses it, and uses the riding crop to vent her frustrations on Sherlock. Whether or not John witnesses this display is up to you. Totally gen is preferred, crack almost certainly required.
Notes/Warnings: Not much, dead bodies on account of it being set you know, in a morgue.
( You could be forgiven for not seeing Molly Hooper... )