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Story Title: The Littlest Untruth
Fandom: Sherlock
Link(s): AO3
Summary: Sherlock and Molly need to travel away from London for a case, but when they make it to the village of Hatherleigh the car they are using breaks down. Molly is unaware that the small village is connected to his case, and when the proprietress of the inn assumes they’re a married couple he doesn’t disabuse her of the notion. He hopes that with the phone lines being down nothing will happen regarding the case but when the co-owner of the local garage is found dead in the other inn and Sherlock’s expertise is requested, he slowly realizes the fiction he’s perpetrating could be quite dangerous for both him and Molly.
Warnings Some not so graphic mentions of violence
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, OFCs and OMCs
Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
When I Started: August 8th, 2015
How I Lost My Shit: This fic was a milestone fic, written to celebrate my 700th fic on AO3, and is peppered with quotes (some straight from the show, some adapted to fit the character I need saying them) that show up in the ads that play before various Acorn television shows when you watch them on DVD (I’m a huge fan of a ton of shows from the production company, like Midsomer Murders, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Agatha Christie’s Marple, Mr. & Mrs. Murder, Poirot...I see the ads all the time). I was really gung ho to write it until I had a huge section that had dialogue in French that I used Google Translate for and had someone leave a kind of rude comment for and that sapped my enthusiasm for really writing any more of it, and then I had other milestones I was hitting and it just kind of fell to the wayside.
How I Finished My Shit Well, it was hard. I was still writing it well after the check-in because the pain medication I was taking for my back surgery was making it hard to concentrate on the case aspect and it wasn’t until I had written the seventh chapter and sent it off to my beta I realized I needed to write two more chapters instead of one to finish it and I had messed up how I had originally planned on ending it, which went against all the French stuff I had done in the previous chapter, so I changed the French “cousin’s” background in the ninth chapter since I had given a vaguely worded prediction for the fortune teller, so it worked out. But yes. This was a hard one to finish with brain fog but I did it! I’m very proud of myself for that.
Fandom: Sherlock
Link(s): AO3
Summary: Sherlock and Molly need to travel away from London for a case, but when they make it to the village of Hatherleigh the car they are using breaks down. Molly is unaware that the small village is connected to his case, and when the proprietress of the inn assumes they’re a married couple he doesn’t disabuse her of the notion. He hopes that with the phone lines being down nothing will happen regarding the case but when the co-owner of the local garage is found dead in the other inn and Sherlock’s expertise is requested, he slowly realizes the fiction he’s perpetrating could be quite dangerous for both him and Molly.
Warnings Some not so graphic mentions of violence
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, OFCs and OMCs
Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
When I Started: August 8th, 2015
How I Lost My Shit: This fic was a milestone fic, written to celebrate my 700th fic on AO3, and is peppered with quotes (some straight from the show, some adapted to fit the character I need saying them) that show up in the ads that play before various Acorn television shows when you watch them on DVD (I’m a huge fan of a ton of shows from the production company, like Midsomer Murders, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Agatha Christie’s Marple, Mr. & Mrs. Murder, Poirot...I see the ads all the time). I was really gung ho to write it until I had a huge section that had dialogue in French that I used Google Translate for and had someone leave a kind of rude comment for and that sapped my enthusiasm for really writing any more of it, and then I had other milestones I was hitting and it just kind of fell to the wayside.
How I Finished My Shit Well, it was hard. I was still writing it well after the check-in because the pain medication I was taking for my back surgery was making it hard to concentrate on the case aspect and it wasn’t until I had written the seventh chapter and sent it off to my beta I realized I needed to write two more chapters instead of one to finish it and I had messed up how I had originally planned on ending it, which went against all the French stuff I had done in the previous chapter, so I changed the French “cousin’s” background in the ninth chapter since I had given a vaguely worded prediction for the fortune teller, so it worked out. But yes. This was a hard one to finish with brain fog but I did it! I’m very proud of myself for that.
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