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If I suddenly write a Jack Harkness/Sherlock Holmes pwp fic tonight, I think you’ll ALL know why…
Official call to make Merindab do the thing.
And Then your reader…
THERE IS A GREAT NEED
I’ve started it guys:
Jack sipped his drink, watching the bar. He didn’t often come to London, but sometimes the job demanded it. And that dark haired young man didn’t belong here. Oh he was fitting in well. He would fool anyone else. But Jack Harkness had been around the block enough to spot a phony. He got a second pint and made his way over, sliding smoothing in next to the man. “Captain Jack Harkness,” he smiled, setting down the pint.
The stranger narrowed his eyes and looked at Jack, seeming to take in every detail. “You’re Torchwood.”
Jack leaned back, smile never slipping, even as he crossed his arms. “Well. You seem to have me at a disadvantage.”
He scoffed. “I have everyone at a disadvantage.”
Meantime, though I should have this up tonight, you can take a gander at my Jack Harkness Shags Everyone masterpost if you like to tide you over.
If I suddenly write a Jack Harkness/Sherlock Holmes pwp fic tonight, I think you’ll ALL know why…
Official call to make Merindab do the thing.
And Then your reader…
This thing popped in my head falling asleep last night. Sherlock and John’s relationship, canon compliant, I think.
Into the Light – John and Sherlock became lovers after the pool. It would take much longer for them to speak it aloud.
teaser below the cut
They’d become lovers after the pool. The Yard let them go in the wee hours of the morning, and Sherlock had taken John home. They climbed up to the flat and Sherlock wordlessly stripped him to check for wounds. John had turned and touched his cheek and as their eyes met they could no longer deny this. They fell into each other’s arms right there on the sofa, a nearly silent intercourse, parting as soon as it was done.
But those times were rare. Their lovemaking only happened in the dark and small hours when even the bravest man’s heart might fail. They never spoke as they sought comfort in each other’s bodies. When it was over they went to their own rooms. And to the outside world they gave their excuses and lies: “I’m not gay.” “It’s the Work that’s important.”
And then Sherlock had died.
If I suddenly write a Jack Harkness/Sherlock Holmes pwp fic tonight, I think you’ll ALL know why…
John Barrowman talks about meeting Benedict Cumberbatch at San Diego Comic Con 2014
“And then we met Orlando Bloom. I know, I know, King of the Fairies”
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