MiniFill, but this prompt deserves so much more!
anonymous
February 23 2011, 17:50:41 UTC
See title!
John can't stop trembling.
It's cold outside, and all he has on is a pair of jeans and one of Sherlock's button-ups. Bare feet, no shoes, no time for shoes, this is the first chance he's had, and he took it, he had to take it, he hates himself for taking it, but he couldn't stay, he couldn't.
Dear John, and he can't see him, can barely hear him, but the vibrations from the deep voice roll through him, Dear John, he says, trailing fingers over his face like he's something precious.
His legs can barely support him, but he keeps stumbling, dragging his shoulder along brick, and it's hard, he hasn't been on his feet for a week, an entire week, seven days tied down, no matter how he asked begged demanded pleaded.
It is necessary, you see, and John flinches at the baritone, the first noise in hours, but towards it or away he can't recall. You say you won't leave, John, but people lie, John, people lie all the time, and it's not that I don't believe trust love you, John, I just don't trust humanity.John is panting; short
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Apparently I Wrote More (!?) - DarkFic Sequel (1b/1)
anonymous
March 14 2011, 03:08:26 UTC
A sigh is heaved at the two of them before he leads John to his bedroom. Lestrade saw it fit to handcuff him. Unnecessary, really, as John clearly lacked the ability to do more than shake his head and rasp what may have been words. His lips form ‘Sherlock’ and ‘please’, which, interspersed with the occasional whimper is lovely, really, but Sherlock is in no mood to appreciate it
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Re: Apparently I Wrote More (!?) - DarkFic Sequel (1b/1)
anonymous
March 14 2011, 04:06:49 UTC
Oh God. I've read a lot of dark fic, but this... I don't even know. I'm just gaping at the screen. I think I'm a lot more horrified by just the implication of what will happen to John than I would be if you'd written explicit sex.
Well done. I'm going to go find some fluff now, lol.
Re: Apparently I Wrote More (!?) - DarkFic Sequel (1b/1)velvet_maceMarch 14 2011, 22:40:54 UTC
This is amazing. This is incredibly hot as is, but, greedy thing I am, I absolutely love more of it.
By the way, there's a good chance I'm the OP, because the prompt seems awfully familiar and exactly like something I'd write and I kinda remember writing it before dashing off someplace else. The punctuation looks a bit off for me, which is the only reason I hesitate. So I might be wrong and I kinda hate to claim something that isn't actually mine.
Re: Apparently I Wrote More (!?) - DarkFic Sequel (1b/1)stickstockstoneMarch 15 2011, 14:45:02 UTC
Well, no one has cried foul yet, so...
Glad you like it, probably-the-OP! It was a great prompt. I've never written dark!fic before, but it's one of my favorite things to read, so I guess it had to happen eventually. That it was inspired by a prompt from one of my favorite authors is pretty much icing on the cake right now :) Hopefully it fulfilled all your John-vainly-attempting-freedom needs.
Re: Apparently I Wrote More (!?) - DarkFic Sequel (1b/1)
anonymous
March 17 2011, 02:49:31 UTC
Wow. How you managed to capture such a perfect little piece of darkness, I don't know. I could feel John's despair, and goodness I hope you write bunches more in this universe.
John can't stop trembling.
It's cold outside, and all he has on is a pair of jeans and one of Sherlock's button-ups. Bare feet, no shoes, no time for shoes, this is the first chance he's had, and he took it, he had to take it, he hates himself for taking it, but he couldn't stay, he couldn't.
Dear John, and he can't see him, can barely hear him, but the vibrations from the deep voice roll through him, Dear John, he says, trailing fingers over his face like he's something precious.
His legs can barely support him, but he keeps stumbling, dragging his shoulder along brick, and it's hard, he hasn't been on his feet for a week, an entire week, seven days tied down, no matter how he asked begged demanded pleaded.
It is necessary, you see, and John flinches at the baritone, the first noise in hours, but towards it or away he can't recall. You say you won't leave, John, but people lie, John, people lie all the time, and it's not that I don't believe trust love you, John, I just don't trust humanity.John is panting; short ( ... )
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Jesus.
This is just.
Just, well, fuck. Amazing.
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Well done. I'm going to go find some fluff now, lol.
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For the interested, all three can be found on my journal, complete with titles and slightly better word choice:
Desperate
Desire
Despair
Um. Hope you enjoy it, as much as you can enjoy something this seriously twisted, I guess.
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By the way, there's a good chance I'm the OP, because the prompt seems awfully familiar and exactly like something I'd write and I kinda remember writing it before dashing off someplace else. The punctuation looks a bit off for me, which is the only reason I hesitate. So I might be wrong and I kinda hate to claim something that isn't actually mine.
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Glad you like it, probably-the-OP! It was a great prompt. I've never written dark!fic before, but it's one of my favorite things to read, so I guess it had to happen eventually. That it was inspired by a prompt from one of my favorite authors is pretty much icing on the cake right now :) Hopefully it fulfilled all your John-vainly-attempting-freedom needs.
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Brilliant, stickandstone. Just brilliant.
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