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Sherlock firmly believes intuition.
Sometimes what is known is the omission ...
For when all you have left,
Is the space now bereft;
Your mind can fill in what went missin'.
A belated (January haha) addition to May is for Limericks on AO3
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Sherlock [Self-Titled Album]
I'm So Bored / Fully Aware / Perfect Cheekbones / Irene / Sentiment / Not Sorry (Will Feeling Help Me Save Them?) / All Around Me Are Idiots / Red Pavement / There For You (If You Want Me) / Breathing Is Boring / (On a Date) Or So I Thought
Rock Out With Your Lock Out, Vol.2 | (orig. post here) | back to Vol.1
Ty for the tag! @anyawen @totallysilvergirl @raina-at @topsyturvy-turtely & @dragonnan ! Love seeing what everyone's been writing! 💕 Currently working insane hours and no time to write (but hopefully soon! 🤞🙃🫰)
💌 FIRST LINE TAG 💌
*rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics, post first line of all your fics.*
It Belongs In A Museum
“John … I thought you said this was a library?”
(a little surprise tribute to the fluffbruary crowd)
My Bloody Valentine
Sherlock dusted his knuckles ... pulled back and struck with all of the force he could muster ...
Sleepless in London
“What’s your name?” The radio host asked, encouragingly, “you sound younger than our usual callers?”
A Place to Call Home
Sherlock stared at the postcard … It was not every day you received a 'Happy Holidays' from a stranger … ? on a postcard … ? from across the pond ... !
The Shape of Us
It had devastated John …seeing Janine go in to share a bath with Sherlock. Why it still bothered him a year later … he didn't know.
The Picture of Baker Street Gay
“Stand still! Why-? Haha … Why are you fidgeting?” John couldn’t help laughing, as Sherlock looked almost physically pained to be holding still.
Remember Me
Mummy was walking too fast. Sherlock tugged on her sleeve. Once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped and stomped his little foot, with a huff.
(A fic for Remembrance Day & the WWI knitted soldier)
DUNGEONS & DRAGONS, DETECTIVES & DATES
“He called me a twink? I’m not a twink, John. My gear is top tier raid lvl, BiS … all except for my staff?! I don’t understand."
(Not So) Fake Fic Titles
Sherlock missed this. The smell of old books. Paper. Dust. Memories. And John … John just standing there … (last march, this got out of hand. Technically, it's 125 ficlets or thereabouts)
I Can't Feel My Face When I'm With You
"I must be in love," the younger man stated plainly, eyes bleary and unfocused as John pulled him off the dump heap he was calling a bed …
Hop on in! @fluffbyday-smutbynight @7-percent @thelazyecrivain @fuckyeahfightlock @momma2boys @khorazir @janetm74 @john-smiths-jawline @myriath @fawnhickory
I might have been watching the MST3K Turkey Day marathon and got carried away ...
(based on this post and caps)
Never Enough - Loren Allred (the greatest showman)
He Always Did Love To Dance
For @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #179: Dance Dance Revolution
John stretched again. Feeling every minute of his age ...
He was buggered if he'd give up now! He gave his neck another quick wiggle and stretched to his toes before turning the device back on and taking his position ...
Three. Two. One. Step. ... Four. Five. Six. Step. ... he nailed every move of the three minute routine before collapsing into a giggling heap onto the floor ...
.
"John?"
. "John, are you all r-"
Mrs. Hudson came crashing into the room, only to find John in hysterics. He couldn't stop laughing! His face was glowing with joy, as he jumped up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "I DID IT, Mrs. Hudson!!" He shouted, then moderating his voice, whispered giddily, "I did it!"
His laughter was infectious, and she joined him in it, readily. It wasn't often that her adopted 2nd son would let himself be this real - and she was so very, very proud of him.
Meanwhile,
John could hardly contain his energy.
"Thank you sooooo much for letting me borrow your sitting room, Mrs. H!" He bustled about, disconnecting the device and boxing everything up.
"Oh, leave it, dear," she tutted, knowing he was anxious to get back upstairs before Sherlock came home, "I'll see to the wrapping!" she winked.
John gave her another big smooch on the cheek with an exaggerated pop to make her laugh and went racing back upstairs to await his husband.
Sherlock had showed his love for John in so many subtle ways over the years ... Ways John had tucked into the recesses of his mind and forced himself to ignore during the last few years ... before their confessions.
Like the time he taught John how to dance for his own wedding ... A waltz. A private affair. Closely held.
John had lied to himself then.
Told himself that it hadn't meant anything to the detective ... That he was the only one affected by the proximity ... but after seeing the devestation written on Sherlock's face that night ... dancing his first dance with Mary ...
John knew.
Pieces long puzzled over, now slipped into place.
It had been a long and trying road. Fighting their feelings for one another. But at last they could show it openly. And John was determined to prove how much he loved Sherlock in return.
So if the man he loved, loved to dance ... ?
He was gonna find every excuse to dance with him. After all ... he also knew,
How much Sherlock loved games ...
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🎨 Coming Soon!! 🏳️🌈
A new crack fic by helloliriels, posting on AO3 and Tumblr. This is a completed work, not a WiP 😏😉👌
