Jun 22, 2017
Omg you guys. I know to many of you, these numbers are small potatoes. But I'm over the moon. 5K hits and over 500 kudos!! Thank you to everyone who has shown me that you like my little kiltlock! You all are fantastic! 💖💖💖
Omg you guys. I know to many of you, these numbers are small potatoes. But I'm over the moon. 5K hits and over 500 kudos!! Thank you to everyone who has shown me that you like my little kiltlock! You all are fantastic! 💖💖💖
Inspired by the clever, funny, and sweet “Right Foot Red” by @Irrevocably_Sherlocked (read it here!), my entry in the Wits on Tap 2017 poetry remix challenge:
Twister (A Sonnet).
This was a blast. Many thanks to @redscudery for arranging this, and for reeling me in.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Wits On Tap Challenge, Poetry, And a Bonus Limerick Summary:
My Wits on Tap entry for one of my favorite authors, cwb, and her fic Because Blah, Blah, Blah Happy.
@conversationswithjohnlock - I hope you enjoy this. It was an honor to do your fic!
Johnlock Love Letters
(AKA - JL3 Declarations of Love from fan fiction) #773
Discerning Tastes by Irrevocably_Sherlocked
One of the greatest complements for a fic writer is someone wanting to translate it to their native language. 😊😊😊
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: gay bar scene, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Clubbing, Dirty Dancing, First Kiss, First Time, Frottage, Missing Scene, Tsot fix it, No wedding nonsense Summary:
John had lost count. This was either the fourth or fifth pint he had consumed in the time they’d been here. Not to mention the couple of chasers he’d downed, the amber liquid burning down his throat and filling his veins with a fire and a courage he normally wouldn’t possess. Otherwise, how could he explain why he was currently leaning against the bar in one of Soho’s seedier gay clubs watching the lights play off Sherlock’s face and wondering what it would be like to lick the sweat off that sinfully long neck.
What happened at the gay bar the boys went to? And what should have happened after....
Hey Y’all - I have combined parts 1&2 and put it up on Ao3 for your reading pleasure! Hope you all enjoy :)
seikoflyhigh reblogged your post and added: “If You Wanna Be My Lover”
This. I have no words. I love this whole fanfic...
Hi! Thank you for your comments! I do have an Ao3, I am Irrevocably_Sherlocked.
I am going to be putting part 1 & 2 on there either tonight or tomorrow :)
So I see a lot of Garridebs talk on my dash....
and I just gotta be THAT guy and say, I may have written something about that. And if you’re interested, I’d love it if you’d take a look :)
Here’s a taste:
Sherlock feels the body in his arms go limp. The heartbeat beneath his fingertips is slowing where he is applying pressure. His blue scarf is nearly purple, stained and wet with John’s blood. Sherlock knows that paramedics have been called, no doubt thanks to Mycroft, he can hear the sirens in the distance getting closer, can hear Mycroft’s men surrounding them. He’s grateful for his brother’s influence, for once, because he doesn’t want to let go of the man in his arms. Not ever.
“John, please. Don’t leave me. Please. Hold on. I know you can. You were a soldier, you’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and the strongest. Please.” He’s babbling, constant streams of begging prose falling from his lips. He’s never begged before today, but now he’d give anything to take back the last half hour. Sherlock raises one hand to stroke John’s face, traces a finger across the tanned expanse of jaw and cheekbone, to those lovely eyelashes, butterfly kisses of touch that he never had the chance to indulge in before now. Before it was too late.
Read more: Out of The Darkness