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young Watson siblings

WELL THAT TOOK LONG ENOUGH. Ergh. Behold, Harry comforting John after Reichenbach. Was going to ask you guys for feedback but alas there’s not really time now for me to fix anything. Including John’s head being way too small and his eyes being TERRIFYING VOIDS.

So this is what I have for Harry’s letter to John, I’m working on John’s letter to Harry right now, but I’m not sure if I’m going to submit it. I might just submit this first letter: 

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The Wrong Goodbye 

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“Punishments”

A Harry Watson and Irene Adler poem

I can’t stop crying

- another swig of Jag

I miss you

 - Jag, sweet liquid licorice burning down my throat

 - burning out you

  - as if anything could burn you away.

My Clara

 my light burning bright

*knock, knock, knock*

I rise,

the silky satin sheets coming away from me

the scent of my liquor mixing with the burning of the candles, quietly assaulting my nose with whisps of musk, wood, and a flower my foggy brain can’t name

It’s an expensive room

- curtains of silk brocade a color as deep as your eyes

Shaking my head I stumble to the door.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I register it’s mahogany.

Clara would say it’s too much,

 but secretly love it.

God! Why does it all go back to her?

The door swings open, I turn with it

- no point seeing the devilish angel I’ve invited to punish me

Her scent joins the others, sultry and full of promise.

-Promises of blood, iron to mix with dreams of your skin

  - so toxic

  - another swig of jager to poison me, please

I don’t register the door closing

 there’s too much booze in me to care.

I’m already undressing - this is not for pleasure

 it is for PAIN,

 my silent penance to the Light

Her fingers so long and delicate take the blouse from me

As I start to unhook my bra, ready for my flesh to be flayed from my bones,

 those fingers stop me.

“I’m not here to punish you,” she whispers in my ear, “You’ve already been beaten.”

Delicately she turns me to face her.

I look down,

- out of shame?

- out of sorrow?

- out of submissiveness?

Her hand lifts my chin to look her in the eye

Her skin so smooth, her lips so pink and delicate

- I shiver involuntarily

 - Out of instinct I want to kiss her, to hold her, and cry out your name into her shoulder

“Let me be your balm.”

Her lips join mine, a kiss that tastes of peppermint

- a soothing aloe on my burned heart

She guides me to the bed

and for one night

my burns are soothed.

My name is Harry. 

Okay, here’s what I’ve managed. What do you guys think? :3

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Hallo! 

Um, so I wrote this little fic based on the Florence + Machine song ‘what the water gave me’ ( Character death, post reichenbach,)  and I’m wondering if anyone is online to beta it or anything  it’s under the read more, thanks ;^_^

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My fanwork for prompt 1. I’m not sure how I like how it turned out. :/

Okay! Some ideas! 

I’m terrible at staying up late (I live in England. Boo.) so I only just found the prompt.

Got a couple of ideas. 

I think a Harry + Mycroft bitching sesh would be cool. Might write that.
OR KID FIC. Baby Harry and John being children. Cute as all hell.

What do you all think?  

Harry x Irene poem under the cut.

I would love to hear your feed back and any title ideas on this before I do a video of a dramatic reading of it.

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