sanityisnotmyforte

"Okay," he whispers, lacing their fingers together, "let's start a revolution."•••Simon did not tiptoe into the background. He did not whisper. He crashed into Wilhelm; and he sang and spoke so full of heart, that he became the subject of every picture Wilhelm wanted to paint. Showed him how to live. Taught him to love himself in order to love another.After publicly damaging his reputation, Prince Wilhelm of Sweden is all but chained to the palace grounds, forced to finish his education in the company of only his family and his tutors. The silence inside this bubble is crushing him, but outside, it is not so stagnant. Something is stirring within the working class, something volatile and flammable. The monarchy is a flimsy thing in the face of brewing revolution. When Wilhelm notices something more sinister about the conditions in Sweden, he is doubting everything about his identity, his duty - but holds fast to the ideology that perhaps the people who make the rules have the right to break them for the greater good.Friendship. Family. Treachery. Revolt.How many classes can they chop society into before someone raises a voice or a fist in protest? How many times can forgiveness be granted, like an endless third wish?What blazes brighter - love, or a city on fire?This is a story of the alternative. There is always another way. Wilhelm and Simon. •••(I don't own Young Royals. I wish I did, but no. All rights go to the creators, Rojda Sekersöz and Lisa Ambjörn. And if you haven't watched it, what are you doing here? BINGE THE SIX EPISODES)…

sanityisnotmyforte

The stage is set, the curtain rises. We are ready to begin. ~The lights. The music. The people. The money. The rush.John craved everything, all the time. That was before Sherlock. In his veins, there was no blood. Just liquefied rubies rushing in circles through his body, to his pearl fingertips, his gold hair, his sapphire irises. Everything he touched became a mine of perfection, just waiting to be exploited and sold to every crevice in society. That was before Sherlock. When John tried to recall a good life before Sherlock, he failed. Because in this life, he had never held something so precious in his hands as a single silky chestnut curl or a perfectly sculpted alabaster jaw. After he met Sherlock, it was never enough. Lights became unwelcome spotlights. Music became noise. People became ragdolls. Money became worthless. The rush was still there, though. Just a hundred times stronger.They were incandescent. The wick had been set aflame - a raging hellfire that they knew would shatter their ordinary lives. But a flame that blazes so bright is never meant to last. A story of morbid, freakish love and bitter revenge that challenges the rules of the nineteenth century. Cover credits: @anonymiae (SHE IS UNDOUBTEDLY THE BEST) (Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from BBC Sherlock. All that brilliant stuff came from Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Any real life resemblances are purely for fictional purposes.)…

sanityisnotmyforte

Our Baker Street drama queens - oneshots, short stories, AUs and my usual load of johnlock trash ;)…

sanityisnotmyforte

Sherlock understands everything except gravity. Gravity, and John. It doesn't matter which one he loses, if he loses one; either way, he would lose an anchor of some kind. And it really is common knowledge that love is the most treacherous sea. But what matters most, to Sherlock, is what's past the horizon. What's past the sea. The other side of the hazy edge of the known world. The other side, the unknown. Where constellations and supernovas are each the center of their own universes. Sherlock wants it all. But only if he can share it with the one person whose value exceeds that of all the planets and the sun put together.…

sanityisnotmyforte

Sherlock is the best man at his lover's wedding. Utterly devastated, but he's covering it all up under a speech and a tune. But a turn of events may be in order.This is strictly Johnlock. Thanks very much.…

sanityisnotmyforte

'The Empty Hearse', the way we all wanted it to go.…