Title: Lepidoptera
Author:
saki101
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes BBC/A Midsummer Night's Dream - Shakespeare
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft Holmes, Mike Stamford, Titania, Puck, Oberon
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash, magical realism
Word Count: ~18K
Disclaimer: Neither A Midsummer Night's Dream nor Sherlock is mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Mike introduces John to Mrs Hudson, who has a room to let. Sherlock resides in Regent's Park when he's in London. It's only a short flight to Baker Street.
Notes: A stand-alone AU of the Sherlock universe crossed with A Midsummer Night's Dream written for the Spook-Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon in response to the prompt: dark faeries.
Warning: Strange things ahead (blood-drinking moths, for example).
Excerpt: “Nothing ever happens to me,” John said, meeting Ella’s detached gaze. He could look someone straight in the eye and not give away a thing. The skill had been as valuable in his career as when he played poker. His therapist glanced down to scratch at her notebook. She had perfected the same technique.
John looked beyond her. Outside the firmly closed windows, bare tree branches scratched at the pale grey page of the sky.
"Anymore," he added silently.
On AO3
Author:
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Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes BBC/A Midsummer Night's Dream - Shakespeare
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft Holmes, Mike Stamford, Titania, Puck, Oberon
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash, magical realism
Word Count: ~18K
Disclaimer: Neither A Midsummer Night's Dream nor Sherlock is mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Mike introduces John to Mrs Hudson, who has a room to let. Sherlock resides in Regent's Park when he's in London. It's only a short flight to Baker Street.
Notes: A stand-alone AU of the Sherlock universe crossed with A Midsummer Night's Dream written for the Spook-Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon in response to the prompt: dark faeries.
Warning: Strange things ahead (blood-drinking moths, for example).
Excerpt: “Nothing ever happens to me,” John said, meeting Ella’s detached gaze. He could look someone straight in the eye and not give away a thing. The skill had been as valuable in his career as when he played poker. His therapist glanced down to scratch at her notebook. She had perfected the same technique.
John looked beyond her. Outside the firmly closed windows, bare tree branches scratched at the pale grey page of the sky.
"Anymore," he added silently.
On AO3