I dreamed a slash fic last night. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Charles and Erik, but Holmes and Watson — I’m not even sure which version, it seemed to switch between Granada and BBC. The setup was a pretty classic “must save my hypothermic friend!” with all the necessary cuddles, though the hyporthermic party switched between Granada Watson and BBC Sherlock. I think my subconscious has fairly good taste.
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rodmanstreet said:
damn that’s some detailed fic right there. why couldn’t the fic fairy have visited me last night?? /trying to write
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