All mistakes are my own. Not beta'ed or britpicked, sorry.
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He hadn’t been far off when he had told Sherlock that he was practically a celebrity. According to Harry, this was the kind of thing celebrities had to deal with. She should know. It was her that had sent him that traitorous first link, after all.
He’d only mentioned his line to Sherlock briefly in one of his blog posts, but when he checked the blog for comments the next day, he found the link that Harry had left him with. With no explanation except form the rest of the comment (“Enjoy ;)”), he had clicked it. The page he was taken to didn’t seem like much at first. A banner at the top that said “Archive of Our Own”, a red line with a search bar and a couple of buttons, and then the main content. The main content which had the header “1 - 20 of 25751 Works in Sherlock Holmes/John Watson”. Oh.
He wasn’t sure what this whole thing was at first, obviously, but just the fact that there were 25,751 works about Sherlock and him was mildly disturbing. He would have to once again inform Sherlock to be a bit more low key. It didn’t do to have fans as a consulting detective. Filing away the thought for later, he clicked into the first ‘Work’ and started reading. Might as well get some kind of idea what this was.
“Crimes could pop up any day and it was not exactly rare that he had to call the hospital and apologize to Sarah for not being able to making it in that day because ’Something came up’. She knew what he meant, of course, having taken part in one of their crime solving that one time, so she never said anything.”
By the end of the paragraph, John was looking at the page with a somewhat incredulous expression. Alright. Someone was writing about them. About then solving crimes, apparently. Sarah was mentioned. No big deal. Scrolling further down, it seemed that there was another case, but this wasn’t one they had actually solved. Still not quite sure what he was dealing with, John came to the conclusion that someone was making up crimes that the two of them were solving together. Sort of like his blog, just fictional.
When John went back to the original page, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about this whole thing. It was great that these people were writing and all, but… about the two of them? They were actual people after all. Couldn’t they write their own stories about their own characters? In the end, he shrugged it off, scrolling down the page, looking through the stories. Maybe he could find a funny or maybe even good one that he could show Sherlock. His flatmate would probably find it utterly ridiculous, but it was almost worth doing it just to see those pretentious eyebrows raise into his hairline in surprise.
With a slight smile on his face, John cradled his cup of tea in one hand and clicked into another story, only to be glad he hadn’t sipped said tea. If he had done so, it would probably have been all over his computer screen as his cheeks heated up and he cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably. This one definitely wasn’t like his blog.
Re: Jonhlock - fanfiction (1/?)
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He hadn’t been far off when he had told Sherlock that he was practically a celebrity. According to Harry, this was the kind of thing celebrities had to deal with. She should know. It was her that had sent him that traitorous first link, after all.
He’d only mentioned his line to Sherlock briefly in one of his blog posts, but when he checked the blog for comments the next day, he found the link that Harry had left him with. With no explanation except form the rest of the comment (“Enjoy ;)”), he had clicked it. The page he was taken to didn’t seem like much at first. A banner at the top that said “Archive of Our Own”, a red line with a search bar and a couple of buttons, and then the main content. The main content which had the header “1 - 20 of 25751 Works in Sherlock Holmes/John Watson”. Oh.
He wasn’t sure what this whole thing was at first, obviously, but just the fact that there were 25,751 works about Sherlock and him was mildly disturbing. He would have to once again inform Sherlock to be a bit more low key. It didn’t do to have fans as a consulting detective. Filing away the thought for later, he clicked into the first ‘Work’ and started reading. Might as well get some kind of idea what this was.
“Crimes could pop up any day and it was not exactly rare that he had to call the hospital and apologize to Sarah for not being able to making it in that day because ’Something came up’. She knew what he meant, of course, having taken part in one of their crime solving that one time, so she never said anything.”
By the end of the paragraph, John was looking at the page with a somewhat incredulous expression. Alright. Someone was writing about them. About then solving crimes, apparently. Sarah was mentioned. No big deal. Scrolling further down, it seemed that there was another case, but this wasn’t one they had actually solved. Still not quite sure what he was dealing with, John came to the conclusion that someone was making up crimes that the two of them were solving together. Sort of like his blog, just fictional.
When John went back to the original page, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about this whole thing. It was great that these people were writing and all, but… about the two of them? They were actual people after all. Couldn’t they write their own stories about their own characters? In the end, he shrugged it off, scrolling down the page, looking through the stories. Maybe he could find a funny or maybe even good one that he could show Sherlock. His flatmate would probably find it utterly ridiculous, but it was almost worth doing it just to see those pretentious eyebrows raise into his hairline in surprise.
With a slight smile on his face, John cradled his cup of tea in one hand and clicked into another story, only to be glad he hadn’t sipped said tea. If he had done so, it would probably have been all over his computer screen as his cheeks heated up and he cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably. This one definitely wasn’t like his blog.