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GOSH DARN IT
REMEMBER WHEN WHOLOCK WAS A THING?
bruh.. my mind is full of thoughts and ideas but must and will NEVER see the light of day
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Pondlock, trope: secret relationship please!
@thequeenofhades picked Fantasy/Magic as the secondary prompt later, and I got hit with a Wholock/Shakespeare mash-up idea drawing on bits of Romeo & Juliet as well as A Midsummer NIght’s Dream, and thus you have this. It’s not going to follow the plot of either play completely, though there’s going to be a lot more of the bits of AMND. But please enjoy!
A Midsummer Night’s Escape (1/?) - For years, the Holmes family and the Ponds family have been better enemies, spilling blood in their fight to control London’s magical community. But Sherlock and Amelia don’t care; they only have eyes for each other. One evening the two of them, along with Sherlock’s friend Margaret and Amelia’s intended husband Rory, begin their escape to Wales and eventually the States to escape the violence and follow their dreams. But once they get separated in a forest controlled by the fae on their way to Leadworth, things don’t go quite the way they had planned…but perhaps will be better in the end.
Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair England, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes Two pair of star-cross’d lovers risk their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their flight bury their parents’ strife. The joyful passage of their fae-mark’d love, And the final end of their parents’ rage, Which, but their children’s plans, nought could remove, Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
It was nighttime. Perfect. His powers were always stronger at night, for some reason. He doubted his tutors would approve of how he was currently using his powers, as they were all for the Holmes family and vehemently against the Ponds, but he didn’t care.
Amelia…he loved the only daughter of Tabetha and Augustus Pond, much as his friends did their best to talk him out of it. She was below his station, they said. He was from a family of Lords and Ladies, though the title would go to his brother and well it should. He had no interest in it. His interest lay in the sciences, a blasphemous decision for those with power.
And Amelia, his ginger-headed love.
They had met during a masquerade dance that a local pub had put on, only to have it ruined by members of their families and their associates. But the two had run off together, ducking into alleys and dashing into a cab and going far away to where they felt safe, on the outskirts of the city, in a small village called Leadworth.
There had been conversations, long, rambling but joyous conversations. And kisses, sweet sweet kisses that still made his head spin. The landlady of the inn, Mrs. Hudson, and his friend Lestrade, who whisked her back the next day, had said he was in love. Love at first sight, love at first conversation, love at first kiss? Yes, perhaps he was in love.
But John and others said to stay away, the Ponds had power, but still. He loved her.
And as he saw her take a furtive glance back towards her family’s London home, she loved him.
He finished the cig and put it out, careful not to leave the filter behind that it might be used against him. The ash was minute; he didn’t imagine after the weather magic Amelia was so adept at there would be a trace of him there.
She came to him and framed his face, giving him a fleeting but intense kiss. “Has she made the arrangements?” Amelia asked.
He nodded. “Molly is in the cellar, ready to go. She can lead us through the forest. Once we arrive in Wales, we’ll get married, then be off to the States.”
It was her turn to nod, a wide smile on her face. “Good, because I brought someone with me.”
He groaned as he saw the tall man come closer from the shadows. “Not Williams.”
“My mum and dad want him to marry me and he wants to be a healer. They won’t hear of it, saying he needs to go into politics if he marries me. They raised us together, they think they own us. But they don’t.”
“At least Molly will be happy,” he said with a sigh as Rory got closer. He nodded, holding Amelia’s hands in his. “Williams.”
“Holmes,” Rory said with a nod.
“You know the plan?” he asked the other man.
Rory nodded. “We get out, go to Wales, the two of you get married and then we head to the States.”
“Molly Hooper is with us,” Amelia said. “I know she’s a necromancer, but…”
“No, no, if she can get us out from under their thumb, I’ll take any help I can get.” Rory nodded to a spot over Sherlock’s right shoulder. “I think she’s calling for us.”
“Cal upon a storm, Amelia. That’s your end of all this,” Sherlock said. “We’ll make do of Williams’s healing powers if needed, I suppose, and Molly can get us around the fae as long as we stay together.”
“One storm, coming up,” Amelia said, and her eyes became white as the night sky got darker, the moon and stars being blotted out by heavy rain clouds. Soon the water was coming down and the three of them made their way to Molly, who hurriedly got them inside the pub. No one paid attention to them, thanks to magic Sherlock had mastered long ago, and soon they were in the cellar, looking at a trapdoor.
“Don’t speak to the dead,” Molly said. “Eat nothing except what you brought when we get to the forest. Once we’re through the forest and in Leadworth, we can get supplies again. But be very careful.”
“You don’t mind Williams joining us?” Sherlock asked, knowing where her heart lay.
Molly shook her head. “Your healing skills are shite, Sherlock, and mine are subpar. Rory is good at what he does and we’ll maybe need him. He wants freedom, we’ll help him get it.”
“Good,” Rory said. “Thank you, Molly. I appreciate it.”
She flashed Rory a warm smile. “You’re welcome. Now, we’ve got to go through catacombs so stay silent. The dead may try and take you if they think you’re speaking to them.” She opened the trapdoor and went down the stairs first, followed by Rory and then Amelia, and finally Sherlock, who shut it behind him. He hoped this mad scramble out of London would end well, and not in the deaths of them all.
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The Doctor and Clara are transported to Sherlock’s Mind Palace
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Chapter Eleven - While You’re Here in My Arms
Sherlock paced back and forth across the room, twirling the bow to his violin around and around between his slender fingers. He had just solved a case, one the cops back in the Scotland Yard were still celebrating that night. But the man with the dark curls could already feel the high of his victory starting to disappear. It never usually happened this quickly, but maybe that was because Sherlock felt like he was missing something, that this crime was only part of a smaller picture.
Much to his initial delight, it was another serial killer. This one had been a copycat of Jack the Ripper, too, which was always a favorite of Sherlock’s. Of course, this one was far simpler to solve, maybe because of the technology, but the detective liked to think that this was just because the man had been a complete amateur, not at all capturing the brilliance in the crimes committed by the original. He sighed to himself, remembering the last word on the dying man’s lips. Moriarty. It was the same name from the cab driver, and the mystery of it was unnerving Sherlock. Who was this man, and why did all these killers seem to know him? The questions whirled in the consulting detective’s brain, making him feel like he had solved nothing at all.
He moved back over to the love seat and picked up the violin, deciding he needed it to help him think for a bit. Sherlock’s clever hands began moving as he started to play one of his favorite pieces. If he had been playing a little quieter, he maybe would have heard the noise from outside that meant that he had a visitor. Sherlock continued playing, not hearing the whirring from outside, nor the footsteps up the stairs that stopped just outside his door. However, he did hear the knock on the door.
At first, he chose to ignore it, but it was persistent and loud, just like the visitor, except Sherlock didn’t really know that yet. He tried to continue on with the music, but the knocking didn’t stop. He took the bow off the string and let out an angry huff. “Shut up!” he yelled.
“Yeah?” a very familiar Scottish accent called through the door. He could just hear the smirk in her voice. “Why don’t you come open the door and make me, Sherly?”
Sherlock was instantly up. He wondered at first why he seemed so eager, but dismissed it and denied the fact that he had gotten up so quickly, taking long strides over to the door. This was nothing special. He walked over and paced a couple times, then looked through the hole in the door. It was most definitely Amy Pond standing outside, hand on her hip and looking rather impatient. Sherlock smirked. “Like that would make a difference,” he retorted, “Since when have you ever been the listening type, Amelia?”
“Shut up, idiot, and open the door before I kick it down myself,” she threatened.
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Wholock: In which The Doctor is being held captive by the government and Sherlock is called in to investigate.
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recommended prologue viewing: (x)
John saw the glow radiating in the distance and Sherlock’s body lying slightly limp behind the truck. His mind was shaken, and air escaped his body in a panic.
“Sherlock…”
Suddenly the light became a blast, flickering and moving across Sherlock’s body. People rushed towards him, seemingly bewildered by what they were witnessing. He clenched the vomit in his throat that threatened to escapee; dreading the scene that he imagined to see. He saw Sherlock’s hand rise upward; reaching towards him like a blinding force.
“John, I’m regenerating… it’s this thing I do… like cheating death.”
Source: linear-relationships
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"I don't count." "I've never met any one who wasn't important."
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None of them move. They are all afraid—for different reasons—of what they will find on the other side. A knock sounds. Amy jumps, gripping Sam’s arm hard. He grimaces, but reaches out to steady her. Dean swallows hard, and then takes the initiative, striding to the door. The Doctor performs quick scans before he even gets there: no traces of weeping angel DNS, stone, or dust. Dean yanks the door open, moving back as it swings in… and Cas’ broken body falls against him.
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“You’re right, Sherlock. You’re a genius. And the Daleks need genius.”
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Top left: I believe in Sherlock Holmes
Top right: Moriarty was real
Bottom left: We are Watson’s warriors
Bottom right: I am fighting John Watson’s war
Gallifrey believes in Sherlock.
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Chapter Fourteen - Things Are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd
“Absolutely not,” the Doctor said as soon as he heard Lestrade. He stood up. “I mean it, Amelia. We’re not chasing after some serial killer.”
She looked at him, pursing her lips and contemplating what to say to her friend. Amy didn’t take her eyes off him as she gave her response to Lestrade. “Deal,” she replied, “We’ll be there.” Then she clicked the ‘End Call’ button and handed it back to Sherlock.
The Doctor sighed, irritated. “Amy-“
“Okay,” she interrupted, going on like the Doctor had never said anything, “So, what’s this case about, then?” Amy looked at John and Sherlock, waiting for an answer. John just glanced between her and the Doctor, unsure of what to say. It was clear that the Time Lord was displeased and he didn’t want to cause any further conflict. Of course, Sherlock could care less.
“Five deaths, the newest one being last night,” he said, “They’re all men, ages ranging from 25 to 43. The police have absolutely no leads and the only thing they’ve done with the case is dub whoever it is as ‘the May Street Killer,’ which isn’t really creative seeing as it comes from the fact that all the bodies have been found on May Street.” The consulting detective wouldn’t admit it, but he was realizing that he missed this, solving crimes with Amy. There was something different with her than there was with John. John just got dragged into it by Sherlock, but Amy ran to it. She had the same hunger for the adventure and excitement. Of course, like John, she cared more about the people involved than the solving of the puzzle.
“There’s no connection?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the arm of a couch. Amy wouldn’t look over at the Doctor. She knew that he was glaring at her anyways and she didn’t expect this fight to be over anytime soon. They did exactly what Sherlock and Amy did: struggle for power. The only thing was that there was a point with the Doctor, and Amy was always afraid to reach it. His attitude towards her on the Starship UK, when he had been angry with her for taking control of the situation and chosen to forget the information about the star whale, had frightened Amy. He wasn’t just some ridiculous, bow tie-wearing alien. He could be so much more if he let himself, and she was glad he had the restraint that he did.
“Of course there’s a connection,” Sherlock replied, then smirked, “We just haven’t found it yet. I’ll go get my things. John, get ready. We’re going to visit the crime scene.”
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trying to deduct you
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