"Imposter!" Hands clenching the lapels of John's coat, Holmes shoved him anew. "Yes!" John agreed, nodding, and then grimacing. "Sort of!" (bungobaggins of tumblr won my fic giveaway and we came up with the idea of what if BBC Watson and ACD Watson swapped places somehow? Loosely based on Hound(s) of (the) Baskerville(s). Johnlock, Magical Book, Victorianlock.)

John Watson, a unicorn of this day and age, is trapped in a mortal body. Life as it is seems pretty pointless, almost unendurable, until he meets one Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and very much a virgin. As pointed out by I'm Nova on , the title should actually be De Veritate Unicornis Moderni. Do forgive my work-in-progress Latin!