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    Peter choose to zone out after that, his thoughts only becoming more depressing the more he was reminded of how he would never compare to Avengers like Mr. Stark or Thor or anyone for that matter. He wasn't even trusted to go on real missions anymore, he was a one-time wonder when they were short-handed in a dire situation. Going home, Peter laid on his bed and considered how that wasn't even because he was an omega, but simply because he was just a dumb kid in their minds. He wanted reassurance that he had worth to Mr. Stark, that he could prove himself once more if he was only given the chance. If Mr. Stark or anyone at the Avengers found out what he was though, that would never happen. So for now, he was stuck just waiting, hoping that his second chance would finally come.

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    Some things shouldn't be aired and should remain a need-to-know basis. Unfortunately for John Watson, nothing is ever just need-to-know. Seeing into the minds of people around you, ruins those need-to-know barriers a bit and brings headaches. When he meets Sherlock Holmes, whose mind is perfect and doesn't give him headaches, he embarks on a friendship that could be more. Hmmm...

    A/N: WARNING! ERRORS THAT I NEED TO FIX BUT AM TOO LAZY TO. WHEN I EVENTUALLY RE-WRITE THIS, JOHN WON'T BE A BRIGADIER. AND I ACTUALLY DO KNOW THAT BRITS DON'T CELEBRATE THANKSGIVING. AS IT'S BEEN 2 YEARS, MY WRITING HAS IMPROVED ALONG WITH MY KNOWLEDGE.

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    20 Jun 2017

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    A time-traveling Moira with a mission to save humanity by taking down the world's two greatest threats...simple, until one has to wonder who the actual threats are. Who's the right person to answer that question? In any case, one thing's for sure. History will be forever changed...maybe there's some Hope for Salvation in the end of it all.

     

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    After their unconventional introduction in The DI and the Spy, Mycroft decides to accept Greg's offer of "running lessons". (This is a direct sequel to The DI and the Spy, and certain plot elements will be confusing if you haven't read it.)

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    Florist!AU - Sherlock is a florist and he's doing the flowers at the wedding of John Watson and Mary Morstan. John's about to marry his best friend in the world. He's happy, in love, and content with Mary. So why can't he get tall, enigmatic man who did the flowers at his wedding out of his mind?

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    24 Nov 2016

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    The wedding itself takes place in chapter 1, but then it's the story of how John slowly falls in love with Sherlock (and not out of love with Mary). Sherlock is his smart self even with flowers, still works with the Yard, and deduces things from John that nobody tried to understand. There's infidelity, thrilling and dreadful, because Mary is nothing but loving.
    Bittersweet ending : They get together, but John fears that Sherlock might tire of him, and Sherlock does too. (Of course he won't)

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    He pauses when the men stop at the altar, his eyes drawn to the small but firmly built man about to get married. He’d walked in with a cane – silver-tipped mahogany and clearly new for the occasion – but he handles it carelessly as if he’s embarrassed to need it at all. When he stands, he doesn’t lean on it as if he’s forgotten its presence. His bearing is authoritative – military – and his free hand tremors slightly. Sherlock is so busy watching him that he doesn’t notice at once when the groom’s eyes fall onto him. He looks up to the groom’s face and their eyes meet; Sherlock feels the intensity and heat behind the man’s quiet demeanour and thinks, oh. This is inconvenient.

    “A date?”
    “A dinner. Now get out of my flat. And for god’s sake, don’t come back unless the world’s ending and you need someone to put you out of your misery.” Mycroft sighs deeply, but stands.

    Mary smiles. “Aw, I think my man has a bit of a crush.” She kisses him on the tip of the nose, leaning to one side to avoid getting soap bubbles on him.
    “I just wouldn’t mind seeing more of him, that’s all.”
    “Aw, love, you should. Maybe not too much time, mind. I have a feeling you two could get into all sorts of trouble.”

    Earlier, their lips mere millimetres from each other, he had felt Sherlock’s breath on his mouth, had felt the heat of his skin. He thinks of what might have happened had Lestrade not walked in, of their lips pressed together, Sherlock’s tongue in his mouth, their hands on each other, frantic and hungry.
    He feels himself hardening under his hand, is beginning to stroke lightly, when the front door opens. Frantically, he pulls his hand out, buttoning his trousers and standing up to see his wife walk in, arms laden with her usual totes of paperwork and books.

    “Can’t you take a hint? There’s a reason I’ve been ignoring your texts. I don’t want a new case. Now go away, I’m very busy.” Sherlock snips the stem of a hyacinth with a particularly violent slice of his shears.
    Lestrade looks around the empty shop. “Yeah, I can see why, customers clamouring for your attention.” Sherlock narrows his eyes. “Listen, Sherlock, I know burglary isn’t your thing usually, but these ones are weird. And there are plants involved,” he says, in the wheedling tone parents use to convince their children that eating veg is fun.

    They hear the creak and bang as the front door opens and they both hold their breath. John is biting his lip, eyes wide, but the glint of pleasure to the necessary secrecy gives Sherlock a prickle of joy in the back of his mind. The front is silent for a moment and John begins to move his hand again, forcing Sherlock to stifle a gasp.
    “Sherlock?” a familiar voice calls from the store and they both go deadly still. “Are you here?” John’s face goes ashen as he hears his wife’s voice calling out, looking for the man he currently has pinned against the wall. Watching him, Sherlock feels a tightening in his chest as the full weight of his enormous betrayal shows on John’s face. In war, Sherlock’s quite sure, John’s never hesitated, has followed brothers-in-arms into fire and hell. He’s loyal to a fault and everything they’ve just done, every frantic, joyful, heady, perfect moment, goes against John’s very nature. He’s frozen, petrified, and it’s clearly up to Sherlock to manage the situation. [...]
    “Hi, Mary. I was just –” he gestures to the back but doesn’t finish his sentence. Just about to fuck your husband. Just ruining your life. Just falling more in love.

    John tries to explain that it was never about unhappiness, it was about something more, more than contentment, more than comfort, and more than love, even. They don’t understand, but then they didn’t know why he needed to go all the way to Afghanistan when any surgery or hospital in London would have been happy to have him.

    Life isn’t the movies and things don’t always go smoothly. John worries that Sherlock will tire of him, and sometimes Sherlock fears it too. They argue and hurt each other, sometimes, and don’t always know how to make up in words. There’s uncertainty and there’s fear and sometimes their lives are in peril but there’s also love and tenderness and excitement and an absolute overabundance of flowers.