2. in the snow
5. hold my hand
8. with you
10. not wearing that
11. can you hear me
13. in the storm
14. first kiss
15. shooting star
16. broken wings
17. last dance
19. at the edge
20. breaking the rules
21. good riddance
23. weight of the world
24. my child
27. happy birthday
29. fading away
30. all I ask
31. blame me
32. open your eyes
34. good enough
36. that hurt
37. meant no harm
39. secret admirer
44. puppy love
45. under the influence
49. coming home
50. odds and ends
Let’s be real, in a time before the internet people didn’t have more adventures and make more meaningful connections. They watched TV and listened to CDs. Before that they listened to records and read magazines. Before that they listened to the radio and read bad dime novels. Before that they embroidered or some shit.
People have been staying inside and ignoring other people for as long as there have been buildings.
So a while back i was at this party and i was the first girl to arrive and there were like 20 guys already there, we were all siting around, having a beer and whatnot when the dj arrived. So all the guys went out the front of the house to help set up the dj gear and it was just me sitting there alone in the backyard for like 5 minuets. I stood up to go follow them bc i was getting really bored when i realized something, my period had gone through my white pants and stained the while chair, i was humiliated, i had no idea what to do, i could hear the guys were coming back and i had to do something quick, time was running out. So i grabbed the chair, ran like 10 meters and threw it over the fence into the neighboring yard, i quickly walked back and tied my jacket around my waist. The guys soon returned and didn’t suspect a thing, i am amazing.
Tumblr ate my reply (thanks, Tumblr, you’re a peach), but a few weeks ago a lovely anon said some lovely, lovely things, and requested Johnlock, #10, “not wearing that”. So here it is.
Come the morning of his wedding, John was sure of several things. First, that the honeymoon couldn’t possibly come soon enough. Secondly, that “Going to the Chapel” sounded ridiculous played on a church organ.
But paramount in his grasp of the day was this: John was positive Sherlock wasn’t meant to be in his changing room fifteen minutes before the ceremony.
John’s indignation rose up and swamped his nerves. “No.”
Sherlock snorted. “Superstition,” he said.
"Get out," John said.
He didn’t. Of course he didn’t. Instead Sherlock pressed even further into the small side room with a thorough disregard for John’s physical boundaries—just as he’d done a year earlier for the boundaries of his heart.
John couldn’t say with honesty he minded either one.
Sherlock examined him head to toe. There was a gratifying flare of heat in his eyes before he tidied it away.
"You’re not wearing that," he said.
"I am," John said.
Then Sherlock produced from his pocket a small jeweller’s box, and suddenly John didn’t know what to think.
"…I think," said John, "the rings are meant to come later."
"Your humour," said Sherlock, "is becoming distressingly pawky." He opened the box.
Tucked within was a tie pin: sleek, with a dark sapphire set in gold. Somehow it looked antique and modern, both at once. Sherlock brushed off John’s curiosity.
"It’s only a loan," he said.
"I see," John said.
Sherlock’s eyes shone pale grey in the slanting morning sun, brilliant with the light of words he did not say. He crowded up close like a one-man invasion force, adjusting John’s full windsor and tacking it down. Breathing tremulously on his cheek. His own tie was already knotted and sporting a silver pin with a gem the colour of the sky.
He didn’t wear ties.
But today, he did.
"Whose is it?" said John.
"Was. My great-grandfather’s. With a more recent setting," said Sherlock.
Sherlock stared into him.
Old, new, borrowed, blue, John did not say.
Superstition, he did not say.
"Thanks," he said.
Sherlock leaned in and pressed a fluttering-soft kiss below his ear. “Ten minutes,” he murmured. Breath on his cheek.
"I’ll be there," John said. His colonised heart, racing.
"Yes you will." The moment lingered with a beat of ragged emotion before Sherlock pulled away. He straightened up tall and cool as a general, leaving behind only the echoing touch of his mouth. "This organist was a misstep."
The curl at the corner of Sherlock’s lips flashed visible in the brief moment before he turned. “Nine minutes.”
His impatence was gratifying, and went a long way toward soothing John’s jitters—as did the ringing peal of his sentiment, bell-like and clear. John felt the flare of affection warm him as Sherlock slipped from the room, and it burned the way the last of his nerves. He touched the pin.
Nine minutes. Nine more minutes, and then it would be time to walk down the aisle. Nine more minutes, and the last stage of Sherlock’s beautiful conquest would be complete.
John had the thought, then realised it, and relished the warmth in his stomach as outside the organist transitioned into an awkward cover of “White Wedding.”
He smiled at himself.
We all have one or two. Stories we’ve written that we wish had gotten more visibility and feel forgotten in lieu of some other more popular fics. Or maybe you, the reader, know of a GREAT fic that doesn’t have as many hits, kudos, or comments as you think it should.
I humbly propose to you, Forgotten Fan Fic Friday. Make a new post with a link to the fic that you feel is forgotten and deserves recognition. Tag it as “Forgotten Fan Fic Friday” and let’s get those fics some love!
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Tatiana kisses a Delphine puppy given to her by a fan at the SDCC2014 Fan Meetup