A Chronology of Unfinished-ness (Sherlock/John, PG-13)

[holyfant]

Here, have some more schmoopy fluff that isn't kinky by any stretch of the imagination kink meme fill that I scribbled down to distract myself from the fact that I feel flu-ish

Comments

[hechicera]

Sigh. Just lovely.

[holyfant]

:) It was like a bit of gentle medicine to write.

[holyfant]

I'm glad this touched you. Thank you so much for reading :)

[uniquegrl7]

*curled up into a ball, and not sure what to feel.*

My only objection to this story is that you killed off Mrs. Hudson.

[holyfant]

Oh God, I know. I didn't want to. But I knew that I had to because even she isn't superhumanly immortal and getting John and Sherlock to over sixty really required it ;_; SORRY, I AM SO SORRY

[drinkingcocoa]

Holy shit! How do you do this? I am middle-aged and I just now know some of the emotions you've captured here, not even 10 years older than Sherlock on his first not-date with John, and here you know their emotions to old age! It's just amazing.

Oh dear God. Your description of how Sherlock looks when he's getting fucked made me -- I thought, at first, fall in love, but then I realized it was more accurate to say reverent. Almost worshipful. You bring us right to the vision of his beauty.

Neologisms! I love that word! Cuddling Sherlock for finding nothing already extant that's hateful enough to hurl at Mycroft so he has to just go carve out something new from the atmosphere!

I actually laughed out loud at whatever Sherlock must have told the shellfish chef about himself. Oh, that poor chef. Must never have recovered. Wonder what he's doing now. Maybe still rocking back and forth, hugging his knees and keening.

I mourned quietly for Lestrade when he passed. Rest well, sweet man.

cells exchanged on the outer layer of

[holyfant]

<3 This comment gave me the largest smile I've had today.

I'm not even sure if I know anything about any of the emotions that I'm trying to very vaguely outline here, but it's... how I think it might be, I guess. Which is probably totally inaccurate and skates over so many things, but that's also what fiction does, mostly. It's so lovely to hear that it resonates with a bit of you :)

"Cuddling Sherlock for finding nothing already extant that's hateful enough to hurl at Mycroft so he has to just go carve out something new from the atmosphere!" Haha, yes! I could just imagine Mycroft almost being impressed with his baby brother's verbal creativity in this scene, and I could really very well see Sherlock thinking up one amazing word after the other to just tell Mycroft how much he wants to kill him with sounds. Heh

[saint87]

Well. Now I never want to watch another episode, or read another fic, because this is EXACTLY perfect. Their voices with each other, Mrs Hudson's death, how they kiss in cabs- just perfect. I really appreciated Sherlock's reaction to the people he knew at uni. No matter how old one gets, old wounds don't always heal well . In Sherlock's case, I can well imagine how threatened he'd be if those arseholes showed up on his Perfect Date and tried to humiliate him in front of the one person he loves.
And their twilight years together - chess, and birds, and meals spent uninterrupted.
S' Lovely. Really really lovely.

[holyfant]

*sighs with warmth at your comment*

Thank you so much. This was a bit of self-therapy/cold medicine to write, and it's lovely that people are getting out of this what I got out of it, too. :)

I could totally see Sherlock being completely hit over the head with some of his old wounds, as well; and I think that he and John are far past the stage in this story where he'd hide that from John. Can't imagine Sherlock had the best of times as a teen/uni student - even if he'd already trained himself not to care too much about feelings, his armour must have been so much more easily penetrated then.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting <3