Solitude (Sequel to Crimson)
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 11m
  • Reads 8,077
  • Votes 319
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 11m
Ongoing, First published Aug 24, 2017
Book 2 in Crimson

While John Watson adjusts to a new life as a werewolf with his wonderful mate Sherlock Holmes, the days wind down to their wedding. As requested by the detective to wed one another.

The special day was filled with joy, adventure, and lust as the night went on and the newly-joined couple couldn't help but enjoy their time as the creatures they were.

But things begin to go awry in their plan to live eternity in solitude, which is what they both hoped for in the long run. Perhaps living in solitude wasn't what they actually wanted until everything changed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of Crimson eyes to be exact.



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John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.