I was tagged by the lovely @saki101, thank you! Five of your favorite or most recent last lines of your fic, and tag five other writers.
The Omega Sutra: Sherlock’s skin bruised purple and gold now, the ichor making a fascinating pattern that John could watch unfold forever, and he promised himself that he would.
The Catherine Wheel: He reached out his fingertips and touched cold glass, and caught a glimpse of the stars, faintly twinkling.
Korengal Calling:
Then the cold sea overtook him, and he was falling down into dark waters where the only point of light was Sherlock Holmes’ eyes.
Full Fathom Five: Lestrade grinned, and loudly sang out in his fine deep voice, a Scottish tune he’d picked up at the pub in Loch Buie: “I know where I’m goin’, and I know who’s goin’ with me, I know who I love, and my dear knows who I’ll marry, Some say that he’s poor, but I say that he’s bonnie,Fairest of them all, is my handsome winsome Johnny.”
It took everything young Hannibal had to control them, but control them he did.
Impossible to pick 5 writers amongst my mutuals but @random-nexus
@msdisdain @conversationswithjohnlock @redscudery @alexxphoenix42
@distantstarlight @starrysummer-nights @fuckyeahfightlock @smirkdoctor @doctornerdington and all of my writer followers consider yourself tagged:
do I just continue on? Because I am:
John Of The Dead: “We’re going to stay and we’re going to remain together no matter who says what to us alright? So far I’ve been kidnapped, one of your cousins thinks I can walk through walls, another one thinks I’m one of the Little People and another one thinks I’m here to kill everyone because my hands are too small. I really need a drink.”
For the Betterment of Humanity: John was so thorough! Normally this would please Sherlock, but right then it was annoying as hell. Ill or not, he was trying to work out how to seduce the man, not have his charts updated! “There isn’t any swelling! I just don’t feel well.”
The Good Box: They practised living together as a couple. Sherlock and John understood that their old habits had to change if they wanted to maintain a supportive and mutually loving relationship, but at the same time they didn’t want to dramatically change one another. It was against Sherlock’s nature, and far too great a part of John’s but together they learned to compromise.
Murder By Death: John was acutely aware that a man lay next to him. Sherlock was shapeless, long and lean without a hint of softness to him. Well, except for two places, Sherlock’s lips and his arse. John thought about that.
Fuzzy Logic: Donovan and Anderson were particularly annoying. Anderson’s knickers were in a bunch because John’s skills had now outstripped his by a considerable degree and being outshone by a brilliant madman was one thing, but being outshone by a frumpy doctor in a badly made jumper was too much for the over-proud Yarder
@geekishchic, @myfirstisthefourth, @darlingpetao3, @atlinmerrick @conversationswithjohnlock
Fun! I’m on my iPad, so no hyperlinks for me. You can find these on AO3 under username CWB.
The Johnlock Collection:
Sherlock spends weeks preparing his wedding vows. The final version is twenty minutes long and includes a slide show, multiple props, and a flame thrower.
When it’s John’s turn he simply steps forward, takes Sherlock’s hand in his, and says, “Sherlock, my love, deduce this,” then slips the band onto Sherlock’s finger.I Just Want You For My Own:
Sherlock let go.Taste This:
Take special note
as Sherlock passes the test
but surely it’s Watson who’s scored?Emperor Tales of the Frozen South:
Pobeda will bear witness to their lives, and long after they’re gone, emperors will learn the legend and pass down their names. Maybe, he thinks, when he joins Erebus and Selvic and all the others who will have flown before him, he will look down and see the work of their lives on the wings of their descendants, and that one word will resonate and bind them together: aumārire.John in His Arms:
Sherlock pushed the door open and moved to step out. He hesitated, then swiveled back, grabbed John by the back of the neck, and pulled them together. He kissed John, hard and fast, got out of the truck, shut the door, and disappeared into the crowd.@ewebie @librarylock @coloringthegreyscale @tiltedsyllogism @ghislainem70 (oops, ghislainem, you just did this!)
Wow. I never expect to get tagged in things like this, and yet it continues to happen. Thank you!
I’m going to try to keep as little TSB as possible on here, but I have to do at least one, since that’s my bread and butter.
And They Humor His Desires (With Pleasure)
“You’re not alone in this, you know… this case,” James remarked and he vaguely felt a very weak nod from Sherlock. “Sherlock, if this person is threatening you… us? We… we take care of it together.”
John quietly agreed and added for good measure, “You don’t fight these things alone anymore.”
Sherlock smiled in spite of himself before he whispered his genuine agreement.
They were right, after all – it wasn’t just him, now. From now on, it would always be ‘they’.Bit by Bit
And that’s when he said it, that feeling that had built within his chest and pressed against his ribs in a way that bordered uncomfortable and brilliant. It slipped from him in a sigh and he was startled by the sound it made in his own voice.
“I love you…”
And his ears rang bells of celebration as James returned them back to him in a declaration of his own.
“I love you, too.”Deducing a Watson
Sherlock followed her down the stairs and to the door, unsure of what to say next, so all he could offer was, “I won’t tell him. That you were here. So don’t worry about that”
“He wouldn’t believe you if you did. I’ll tell you what you can do, though. Let yourself get it. Because you’re smart.”
Sherlock felt his heart clench and he dropped his eyes before he nodded slowly.
Because he did get it – and that’s what hurt.I Substitute My Own! (also known as ‘Bree tries really hard to fix TFP with a mass of compiled notes’)
Sherlock offers a hand to help John to his feet, and John accepts it, smiling at the tiny kiss his partner decides to sneak onto his lips. “Your daughter is on the move. We better hurry to catch up.”
“Lead the way.”
As they dart off after Rosie, the camera pans back to show the sign for “Rathbone Park”
To The Greatest Love Story Ever ToldWhat Happens When Things Are…
“I wouldn’t have expected less,” he dropped his hand as he leaned down and captured Sherlock’s lips in a quick kiss. “I love you, Sherlock.”
“I… love you too, John.”
“I’ll ignore the pause.”
“That’s probably best.”Now the hard part. Who do I tag?
I guess… @astudyinsnoggy @havetardiswilltimetravel @amythe3lder @beltainefaerie @daringlydomestic? What do you think?
How fun! I’m not sure I have any favorite last lines, so this is just a few.
“I can’t believe we’ve wasted a perfectly good year together not.”
John laughed, then kissed Sherlock. “Well, we certainly won’t waste another.”
I like to think that if he finds this, he will understand.
A little more than the last line so it makes sense: I Should Have Told You
“I love you, too, John,” Sherlock whispered in his ear when they finally broke apart.
After that it was a flurry of activity. The boxes were loaded and they were ready to head off. He took a last look at the place, pleased that something good at least had happened in that house.
As he was locking up, Jacky bounded back and leaned in and whispered, “I’m glad you got to tell him.”
“Doctor’s orders?” Sherlock smiled back, eyes twinkling. “I think I can manage that.”
From outside his door, Sherlock heard John shout, “Sherlock? Have you seen my gun?”
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