Jul 10
excuseee me? the subtle look at sherlock's lips? im convinced they did kiss and moffat just cut it out
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excuseee me? the subtle look at sherlock's lips? im convinced they did kiss and moffat just cut it out
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Concerto Grosso hath updated:
Chapter 10, Friday: finale
art by @helloliriels
Friday's a full and exhilarating day. And Sherlock's contract expires at midnight. ⌛️
When it’s all over, I ask the Orchestra to stay for a moment, as Sherlock had requested. I cock my head to gesture him forward; he takes his time settling his Goffriller in its case, then takes my place at the podium.
He looks out to face the Orchestra. “I learn, somewhat to my surprise, that I’m known as a difficult player to work with.”
He’s a performer, so he knows to pause here for uncomfortable titters, raucous hoots, frozen stares, or whatever the reactions might be; in the event, he gets all of them, it’s a friendly audience.
“Obviously,” he continues straight-faced, “that’s because most orchestras are led by egomaniacs and staffed by idiots.”
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Chapter 8, Wednesday night and Thursday: nervosamente. In which John is a worrywart, Sherlock is a sly fox, and all will be well;
Chapter 9, Thursday evening: quasi una fantasia
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A Gentleman’s Shrine
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
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holmes and watson university au. a maths student and a medical student are introduced by a mutual friend at a bar, because they are looking for housing. holmes has been living with his brother for his first and second year, and wants to live on his own for his final year. watson’s three years older, and is looking for accommodation for the final year of his medical degree. they do not go to the same university however go to two nearby each other, and so choose to get a flat above a convenience store. hijinks continue —
I'd like to read a Johnlock fic where they think they're an angel and demon pulling together to save the world or some such or just they get along really well, like a Good Omens-style arrangement. However, they're both mildly-fallen and think the other one's the proper angel. Hijinx ensues. Or maybe angst. Almost certainly there would need to be sexytiems.
.... I think it could work. ....
.... I think it could work a little too well, and would prefer someone else to write it. ....
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— I'll listen to you, Sherlock. Continue your long story until dusk begins to fall outside the window, and I will admire your mind, – John took the man's hand, feeling his fading warmth. — I will keep you warm, because love always warms us from the inside. I know I can't do much, but I'll learn. We will help each other in this.
Autumn could give them an amazing crystal time. They will get lost in it, both in their thoughts and in their memories. Sherlock said that autumn could teach you to appreciate every minute passed while the barely warm rays of the sun illuminated the earth.
John called Sherlock wise and thought he was very handsome, and asked him to keep telling something new so that he could immerse himself in his hoarse beloved voice.
And Sherlock spoke in a whisper, but John began to barely distinguish the words as he listened to the soft rustle of the leaves of the trees.
He snuggled up against the warm shoulder because it started to drizzle and it got really cold, but then the warmth disappeared without a trace, and Sherlock hugged him with his arms. There was something very touching and awe-inspiring. That's how love was born.
She Ra AU of Johnlock