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turtely's OTP challenge
now on ao3! (tumblr link)
read part 16 here: (prompt: needing each other)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
summary: Sherlock Holmes doesn't need anyone, except of course...
Gen, 146 words, Friends to Lovers, sherlock quotes but scrambled up so they are EVEN GAYER
tags under the cut ✨
Going to be sharing some of my early works again, do any of you want tagged on these?
front row
sometimes i wake up itching to tell an audience somewhere about our little world
and all the new things that we’ve done since last they saw us, like a tv show from their past
and then i walk in to our living room, and look around for a moment, and realize
you left our world a long time ago and i’m the only one sitting in an empty front row.
Oh, How They Love You!
you're loved now though i know you don't get how it must be quite jarring to be always starring in the hearts of good women and the fears of all villains oh, how they love you! they see the best of you and buy diamond rings with you in their whims they dream of your marriage flowers with a white carriage i know though, you're a lost cause you'd abhor all those silly laws and oh, how i love you! i know the worst of you your seven percent solution my dreams of no fruition i know you and long to be your heart's song and keep you locked up a charm for good luck i see and observe but don't put it in word for i analyze your lips and gaze your fingertips i will write you at my desk and love you all the rest
Intimate Imprint
A fingertip’s touch My body shows what I feel John’s name on my skin
This is my contribution to the Wits on Tap 2017 Challenge: a haiku remix of the lovely ficlet Imprints, by @sincerely-chaos.
I’ve made one too
poem about Sherlock and John
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sherlock loves john,
That’s canon and true.
John says he is not gay,
And he’s got a wife,
What kills Sherlock inside,
All the time.
Sherlock’s worst battle
Was with his own mind,
He promised to stay at the wedding,
Ended living it behind.
Everything had changed,
He lost his own John,
Drugs were his escape,
He was all alone.
He couldn’t have been more wrong,
But he didn’t know,
His best friend John,
Still loved him so.
He was in danger,
His wife was a liar,
So Sherlock came back to life,
His hopes burning like fire.
He killed a man,
To save his beloved,
But for John Sherlock’s feelings,
Were still unsolved.
Sherlock gave up,
Not saying the truth,
It was their goodbye,
All he had now was ruth.
He didn’t want to,
Mess up John’s mind right now,
He said “Sherlock’s a girl’s name”
Just to see him smile.
One last goodbye,
So warm and so sweet,
Just a quick handshake,
To feel his lover’s skin heat.
He sat on the plane,
Thinking of John.
What he did to him,
And what he should have done.
But they got a second chance,
To carry on living,
Back together again,
Sherlock started believing.
It turned out wrong
And Mary died,
What lead to a disaster,
Sherlock and John tearing apart.
You and me and the rain
Everything is silent
Except for Big Ben's bells
Everything is dark
Except for London's lights
Everything is empty
Except for you and me
We are walking
My hand in yours
Your hand in mine
The air is cold and thick
A rainy smell. Petrichor.
And then the rain begins
Our feet pound through the puddles
The Thames' water level rises
Our clothes are soaking
But you are here with me
Kiss me in the London rain
Don't mind the raindrops
crashing down around us
Cause nothing can seperate us now
It’s just you and me and the rain.
