WIP [Very slow-build Merthur. Full warnings inside.] Merlin has more than one secret to keep, not just that he's magic.

In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock decides it's time to break in the lovely John Watson. Gratuitous smut, whips, chains, and slashy goodness will ensue. (Now complete except for epilogue).

You cannot say to the sun, 'more sun.' You cannot say to the rain, 'less rain.' They were bound, in life, to be separated. But by some extraordinary kindness, destiny gave them a chance to be happy. For these are not memoirs of an Emperor, nor are they memoirs of a Queen. No. These are memoirs of another kind.