Prompting: Part XIII

[sherlockbbc_fic]

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[anonymous]

When flowers are placed on a grave, they are taken down to whoever is buried there. Sherlock has been dead for well over a century (and really, death is so mundane and boring, everybody is dead eventually), but since his grave is unmarked/dilapidated/in a really remote corner of a graveyard/whatever, he's never received a single flower. :( Enter John, the new owner of the graveyard/some random fellow who enjoys gallivanting in cemeteries, who's determined to clean ALL of the headstones up, even that scrappy old one in the corner, which he secretly thinks deserves more love than it's gotten. So he cleans it up, puts flowers on it, and Sherlock is intrigued and delighted to find out the identity of this person who's been giving him flowers for the first time ever, especially since John keeps coming back to put fresh ones there every few days

[shiverelectric]

oh god, I read the Inception version for this, broke my heart in a million pieces ;___;

[anonymous]

That was my prompt over there as well! Aha I'm trying to get someone to write this prompt in every fandom I participate in. XD

[shiverelectric]

YESSSSSSS :D

[anonymous]

I DEMAND SHARING

[flaera]

I second this demand for sharing, plzkthx.

[shiverelectric]

BAM! Took a while to find it, orz (teaches me not to bookmark things, haha)

[anonymous]

Thank you thank you! =)

D'awwwwwwwwwwww

[minx_et_mink]

I would love to see this filled. So. I suppose this is thirded, because you've gotten somebody else to support it~

Please let the author be kind and bring Sherlock back to life, pretty please~

Can't think of a title (1/?)

[brightest_wings]

In the Ramayana, the hero is greeted by the gods with a shower of a thousand blossoms--soft silk petals flying everywhere, wind blowing in his face and whipping his clothes, scent filling the air. A blizzard of flowers

Can't think of a title (2/?)

[brightest_wings]

He puts the zinnias down, fixes a bloom that's half-broken off its stalk, and clears his throat confusedly before leaving. He picks up a couple of pieces of trash before he goes, carrying them out past the gates in his pockets--why don't they bring a bloody trash bin in here

Can't think of a title (3/?)

[brightest_wings]

John says "fuck" about fifty times, and "Jesus" about twenty-two times, as he's bolting for the gate and slamming it behind him. When he stops by the bus shelter four blocks away, he's panting for breath and shaking worse than he's ever done in his life

Can't think of a title (4/?)

[brightest_wings]

"Okay," John says evenly, and draws a long breath and looks down. "Why am I not supposed to ask about you

Can't think of a title (5/5)

[brightest_wings]

Sherlock is looking straight at him. "Red roses

Re: Can't think of a title (5/5)

[celebutaunt]

OP HERE. EXCUSE ME AS I SCREAM AND FLAIL INCOHERENTLY FOR DAYS. (This will not be a coherent comment.)

Ah, this was absolutely beautiful! So heart-wrenching and perfect and oh, my heart, I felt so bad for Sherlock when he appeared for the first time and John ran away. :( But you made it all better in the most spectacular way possible. Bravo, this was a fantastic fill and I am off to read it a dozen more times. :)

Re: Can't think of a title (5/5)

[shiverelectric]

HAAAAAAAAAH, That was so sweet and just, woooooow, when John was dying, and then Sherlock keeping him (and so fast, holy mo!) BUT WHAT BROUGHT SHERLOCK BACK, zomg?!