Fic: Dear Sekrit Journal (Complete)
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Title: Dear Sekrit Journal
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, just the words.
Warnings: Intentional bad writing (on Mycroft’s part) and possible second-hand embarrassment because of it.
Spoilers: None
Series; Pairing: Sherlock BBC; Mycroft/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Beta’d by: As always, my never-ending thanks to
alphera.
Word Count: 3,369
Notes: Part of Pierce the Flesh Series, though can be a stand-alone. This is all
mushroom18’s fault. She opened the floodgates when she said Mycroft was secretly a 14 year old that wrote bad fic with a fluffy sparkly pink pen in a bright pink notebook and had slumber parties with his trusty and long-suffering beta, Anthea.
Summary: “What the hell is this?!” Greg demanded as he slammed the journal onto Mycroft’s antique desk.
“It’s a notebook.” Mycroft said matter-of-factly.
“I know it’s a bloody notebook! I meant, what the hell is in it?!”
Or, the one where Mycroft writes horrible prose and even worse poetry in a sparkly pink journal and Greg finds out.
LJ || AO3
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, just the words.
Warnings: Intentional bad writing (on Mycroft’s part) and possible second-hand embarrassment because of it.
Spoilers: None
Series; Pairing: Sherlock BBC; Mycroft/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Beta’d by: As always, my never-ending thanks to
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Word Count: 3,369
Notes: Part of Pierce the Flesh Series, though can be a stand-alone. This is all
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Summary: “What the hell is this?!” Greg demanded as he slammed the journal onto Mycroft’s antique desk.
“It’s a notebook.” Mycroft said matter-of-factly.
“I know it’s a bloody notebook! I meant, what the hell is in it?!”
Or, the one where Mycroft writes horrible prose and even worse poetry in a sparkly pink journal and Greg finds out.
LJ || AO3