An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative WorksFor the NO Shame Ficathon, in honor of fan creators who should never be ashamed.
Except me. I should be ashamed. I’m not, though.
Set in the Appalachian!AU-verse of The Bone Fiddle. Much to the shock of native-born West Virginian John, city slicker Sherlock can beat him in at least one kind of target shooting. Further experimentation with oral fixations ensue.
Chewing tobacco kink. Sloppy, slurpy spitting with lots of brown stains all over. You were warned.
Glorious!
I don’t think you understand how much I want to read this right now. I’m at work but…ahh fuck it. I’m taking a break. I have to read this. OH MY GOD!
Edit: Read it and hot damn there is a holy universe? Ahh man I might have to spend some time with aus in the new year.