A Heart Made of Glass

A Heart Made of Glass

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Sherlock
From the author of Tall Buildings and Pill Bottles. Sherlock Holmes died 3 years ago. Or at least, that's what John Watson had thought. When Sherlock comes careening back into his life, all isn't as it once was. Sherlock had been held prisoner of war in Serbia for eight months, now hurt and scared beyond belief. What will happen when they come back together? Will they get past everything and learn to love each other? Or will it all fall apaprt before it can ever really start? Main Ship: Johnlock. DNF/Unfinished and Inactive
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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.

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