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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Hold My Hand

Plot: Tensions and feelings arise when you and Sherlock end up in a precarious situation when running from a murderer.

Prompts: Forced Proximity, Sexual Tension (mild), “Hold my hand and don’t you dare let go.” <changed slightly, I hope you don't mind

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes) x Gn!Reader

Written for @multifandomfix for their birthday event. Happy Birthday! I couldn't decide on one prompt so I kind of mashed a bunch together lol.

Warnings: Nothing really.

Words: 1k.

A/N: After watched Enola Holmes 1&2 I've been debating writing for Sherlock. I have a Christmas fic planned for him, and I thought this might be a good time to test it out. Also I had no idea what to title this lol.

Your throat was hoarse as you ran down the cobblestone street. You glanced behind you, seeing the man chasing you not far behind. Glancing to your right, you saw Sherlock, jaw clenched, hair flying as he ran beside you.

When you agreed to help Enola with her current case - which she fervently assured you wold be an easy one - running from a murderous and crooked inspector with Sherlock Holmes beside you, was not how you thought it would end up.

Slipping through a small group of people, you stumbled to a stop, as your eyes cast over the busy market square.

"The market?" You asked out of breath.

"Yes, we could lose him in here."

The bustling crowds would surely provide you cover from your assailant, giving you time to lose him, but you risked being split up in the busy crowd.

Apparently Sherlock had this same thought, as you felt his hand reach down and grab your own. You felt your heart jolt in your chest as you looked from his hand, to his eyes, which he locked with yours.

"Hold my hand and don't let go." His voice was tense, and his gaze sharp.

You nodded, before he quickly started off into the crowded market. His hand was gripped tightly around yours as you ran close behind him, slipping through the crowds of people.

Looking back behind you, you spotted the familiar bowler hat of the man chasing you, as he bobbed through the crowd. You could tell he was losing sight of you as he hesitated in his steps.

"Were losing him!" You called to Sherlock as you weaved past a large group of vendors.

Taking a sharp left, and slipping past a market stall, Sherlock pulled you into a thin, darkened crevasse of an alleyway.

The alleyway forced proximity between the two of you, as your chests pressed together. You felt Sherlock slowly let go of your hand. You moved your hands and planted them against the wall behind you. The pressure of Sherlock's grip slowly fading.

Noting the closeness of your bodies, you found yourself holding your breath. Your eyes locked for a moment and you felt something pass between you, before you both broke eye contact and peered out into the crowds.

If your sudden avoidance of eye contact was to avoid the tension that palpitated between you, or to look for your assailant, you weren't sure.

Your eyes moved from one person to another, waiting to see the man pass by. After a few moments of not seeing him, you felt nervousness and relief wash over you. You may have lost him for now, but he could be anywhere.

Looking back to Sherlock, you felt a small jolt course through you, as you saw his eyes already locked on you. You felt the back of your neck heat up, as his eyes bored into you.

The detective had made you nervous from the moment you met him. The way his eyes seemed to follow your every movement, the way he studied you, you couldn't help but wonder what he could see. It had to be something notable since he seemed determined to keep you with him since he agreed to help Enola with her case a day prior.

Finally breaking the tension that seemed to be growing heavier between you, you spoke with a hushed voice. "What now?"

Sherlock seemed to snap out of his thoughts as you spoke. He paused for a moment as he took a breath.

"Now, we slip out into the crowd, grab something that could disguise us, and find our way back to Enola. Hopefully she and Tewkesbury have gathered the evidence she needed while we were being chased through London. She should have had plenty of time. Once we have it, we take the evidence to Lestrade, and then-" He paused, his voice going silent.

You rose your brow lightly "And then?" You asked.

"And then-" He began, his voice soft, but you saw his thought falter as he spoke "And then the case is done."

You weren't sure why you thought he intended to say something else, but you felt the disappointment of it anyways. You nodded your head as you forced yourself to look away from him.

Peering out into the crowds, you mumbled softly. "Sneak out. Find a disguise. Find Enola. Case closed. Sounds easy enough."

Looking back at Sherlock, he had a soft smile on his face "Something Sounding easy, and being easy don't always coincide."

You smiled softly and shrugged your head "I guess we'll find out if it does this time."

As you began to step out from the alleyway, you jumped back when you felt Sherlock grab your hand

"Wait."

"What?" You asked as you looked around hurriedly "Did you see him?"

"No, no, we're fine, it's just..."

You eyed him with curiosity as he seemed lost for words. "What is it Sherlock?"

"I- I don't know how much time we will have to talk once we leave this alley and get back to Enola."

You felt your heartbeat speed up as your neck grew hot again. It was unusual seeing Sherlock Holmes uncertain.

"Yes..?"

"I- I have enjoyed my time with you these last few days. You...pique my interest in ways I find to be unexpected. So, if- if it is desirable to you. Perhaps, once this case is over, you would be willing to have dinner with me?"

His previously downcast gaze slowly rose to meet yours. The restraint you had to use not to show your surprise was great. But you remained stoic, before you smiled softly at him.

"I would love to have dinner with you Sherlock."

You saw the small hint of relief wash over his face before he smiled. With a nod of his head he spoke softly "Great. I could pick you up tomorrow, around six?"

You repressed the grin pulling at your face as you nodded "Alright, six it is."

His smile grew wider for a moment before he remembered your current situation. He cleared his throat.

"Perhaps we should go now, before we are found here."

You were jolted back into the moment as you nodded your head "Yes, right."

You both spared each other soft knowing smiles before you slipped from your hideaway. Sherlock's hand reluctantly slipped away from yours as you quickly returning to your previous business. But both of you anew with an excited and expectant energy.

xx End xx

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supercap2319 · 3 months

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Y/N entered the room with a smug look on his face. The blind were closed up and there was an excessive groan in the library. He knew exactly who that belonged to and he so wished that he had a Kodak box at the moment. To commemorate this momentous occasion.

"As you can see sir, Y/N. My brother is in an unfortunate state of drunken drinking." Enola said.

Sherlock groans as he heard his sister's voice. He put a nearby pillow over his head. As if such an act would cure the pain in his head. "I can see that, miss Holmes. Not to worry. I shall help your brother."

"Thank you. Forgive me. I must be going." Enola excused herself and left the apartment.

Y/N smiled and let out a laugh. "You seem to have gotten too much whiskey or bourbon in your system, Sherlock. Did you spend all night in the tavern?"

Sherlock looks at Y/N, his blue eyes are unfocused, but there's a fury of hate behind them. Oh how he detested Y/N. "Piss off you pillock. I'm not in the mood for your incessive prattle."

"Oh, how the righteous have fallen, Sherlock." Y/N giggles at his enemy.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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.⋆｡A Lesson in Perseverance｡⋆.

Sherlock Holmes x plus size reader

The day has come where Sherlock finally takes you, even if he is far too big

Warnings: size kink, established relationship, virgin!reader, wedding night, Sherlock is a teasing shit, fingering, smut, unprotected sex

WC: 684

Minors DNI

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He looked godly like this, doused in flickering candle light, his curls wild atop his head as sweat dripped down his brow. He flooded your vision, he was the only thing you could see, the only anchor you had left to reality.

Pleasure had easily built in your belly, your husband driving you to the edge just as easily as he would solve a case or string the bow for his violin. You grasp for him, needing to touch his skin, to know he’s real. “Sherlock.” You mewled, your voice already fucked out and raspy.

He smirks. “That’s it darling.” He cooed, his voice dropped even lower, a mere rumbling growl in his broad chest. He had waited oh so patiently for this day and now that it was here, he would savour every delicious second of it. “Give in, let yourself open up.” A thick finger moved from your bundle of nerves down to your opening.

His thick body was nestled comfortably between your thighs, keeping you spread open and vulnerable for him. One large hand cupped your mound possessively as his fingers explored the soft flesh. You whimpered and whined with each touch, desperate for more but terrified of what was to come. The cold metal of his wedding band cutting through the heat between your legs. The ripped remains of your wedding gown lay beneath you like a white flag of surrender, evidence of your husband’s need for your body.

With trembling hands, you reached for him again but he smirked wickedly, his blue eyes glinting in the low candlelight and pushed your touch away, pinning your wrists to your plush stomach with one mighty hand. “Do not be so impatient. I have been waiting for this day since I first saw you- you can handle a few more moments.” You attempted to disagree but instead a moan slipped from your lips as his middle finger finally breached you.

Your cunt burned even with a stretch as small as one of his fingers but as your husband curled his knuckles, ecstasy washed over you like a comforting wave. Your eyelids fluttered as you struggled to take in a breath. And right as your back arched from the bed, your lungs finally filling with air, a second finger joined the first.

Pleasure ricocheted through you, tearing you apart and pulling you back together all at the same time. Sherlock’s smile grew darker as he watched you crumble. He had spent months thinking about this day, this moment. You were bound to him for all eternity, the perfect bride meant for him.

“I think you’re ready for me now my darling.” Sherlock withdrew his hand slowly, drinking down the gasps that escaped your lips, savouring each and every mewl. His fingers shone with your release which he eagerly licked up. “Divine. I think I will feast on you every chance I get.” You gave an embarrassed whine and turned your head away from your husband.

“Now now wife. I won’t have any of that.” He guided your gaze back to him, forcing you to look upon his large frame as he towered over you. “Your eyes will remain on me as I fuck that perfect cunt of yours.”

After a moment, he seemed satisfied that you would not look away again, so he released your jaw, letting his hands wander down the length of your soft body until he reached your wide hips. “My beautiful wife.” That was all the warning he gave before the crown of his cock was notched at your entrance and he slowly thrust into your weeping cunt.

Pain. That was all you felt, like the sting of an insect that only grew more intense with each passing second. Your fingernails bit into Sherlock’s broad side. “Too big.” Your body was on fire, an uncontrollable flame that your husband’s lust fuelled.

His head rolled back between his broad shoulders as he moaned, his hands gripping your wide hips even tighter. He forced even more of his considerable length inside you. “Do not fret wife, we have only to persevere.”

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spencerrxids · 1 year

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labyrinth

pairing : sherlock holmes x fem!oc

summary :

ANNALIÉSE MOORE was young when she first met SHERLOCK HOLMES, accidentally stumbled onto him when she was running away from the small commotion she had caused which ended with him helping her out of it. He was early in his career but already making a name for himself. Being not much more than two years older than her, they’ve become close, perhaps closer than both had ever thought they would be. The young woman has seen more sides of the renowned genius detective than the one he always ought to put in front of the public's eyes. Although in recent years, they’ve found some distance between themselves, primarily because of the number of cases, Sherlock had drowned him in. And she tried, for the longest time, she tried to understand him until one day, it all stopped.

ANNALIÉSE MOORE had only been in London for a month-long after she returned from France when she heard the news of the missing EUDORIA HOLMES which then followed by the missing of ENOLA HOLMES. So it wasn't really surprising when her old friend had finally decided to acknowledge her existence again, seeking out her help. And boy was it such a privilege to have SHERLOCK HOLMES looking rather helpless on her doorstep.

tags : friends to lovers, slowburn, 1880s slowburn(?), sherlock being painfully oblivious, fluff but also angst

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chapter 01 : begin with a dance

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milknhonies · 2 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Master Post VII - Completed!

Hey everyone! Please find all the new requests below! Hoping to be able to complete it quicker than the last one. Thanks again to everyone that writes in! - May 16th 2023

Sherlock Holmes

The mark of a kiss - Sherlock's other sister solves a mystery involving the notorious Tommy Shelby. - June 24th 2023

Irene - The Reader is not impressed with Sherlock's long-time friend. SMUT

Peaky Blinders

Teddy Bear pt 2 - Follow up to this story - About Alfie finding a little girl who lives on the streets - Alfie Solomons & Adoptive Daughter - May 20th 2023

Allergies - Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world.

Come on Barbie - Thomas Sits back and wonders how girl manages her crazy lifestyle.

Not a child anymore - Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose

Enemies make the best lovers - Reader and Thomas are well-known rivals when a business trip from hell forces them to work together they must overcome their rocky past

Bullet Train

Values - Follow-ups to this series

First day of school

The wedding

Adopt a Fruit - A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins

Baby Girl - Tangerine and the Reader get caught in a sticky situation and he finally understands the effect he has on her - smut

Harry Potter

Peaky Magic - follow up to this story - where Harry is raised by the reader (a witch who was part of the marauders) & Thomas Shelby

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The Amazing Panic Attack - Peter has a panic attack after saving someone that looks like Gwen. After being MIA Wade comes to find him, and after a whole lot of comfort their relationship takes a new direction.

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mad-zz · 10 months

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One Shot

Sherlock holmes x reader

Word count : 1457

Fluff with agnst

Warnings: People going missing, Sherlock is drunk

You, Enola, Sherlock

Mabye he does fanices you??

You were making a new recipe in the new bakery you had opened when you heard the bell ring. Walks in is a very tall man. Hair black and slightly curly at the end. He was dressed in a trench coat with his cane and top hat. He walks up to the counter and states.

"Hello madam, could I have your assistance in procuring a dessert for my younger sister, Enola. She loves sweets, and I would be grateful if you could recommend a confectioner who might offer a suitable delicacy.

“Good day to you too sir, umm let me think” you are thinking about a good dessert leaving the man a bit embarrassed. “ A chocolate marshmallow cake would be the most suitable for your sister” you say. “Then I'll take that.” the man replies. You wrap up the cake in a sage colored box neatly put into a pink and yellow bag with a ribbon tining the handles together.

“That would be 5 pounds Mr. Holmes” you say hand out waiting for your payment. He kinda just stared at you for a moment. When he snapped out of his trance he handed you the money and he walked out of the door.

That was just one of the many interactions you had. After that day he came in everyday asking for your opinion on anything he could think of about sweets. And when he finally ran out of questions to ask you he offered his help anytime he walked in. It was as if he practically worked there.

But hey you weren’t complaining. You needed the extra help as being a one man band. So now anytime Sherlock walked in he would immediately walk behind the counter and help with what he usually did. Taking orders, Cleaning up a bit, Flirting with you from time to time you know just the usual stuff he did.

Sometimes he would forget he is also a normal citizen because sometimes he could be a tad bit rude and make customers walk out. You understood why he was like this but it could get annoying but you learned to live with it. I mean you really didn’t want to let him go. It was good too have company. And you had to admit you had the tiniest crush on him who wouldn’t?

But one day he just didn’t show up. You were worried and wrote him a letter to get no response back. So a week later with no message from sherlock, while the bakery was closed you walked to Enola’s business to see if she knew her brother's whereabouts. You had never actually met her in person but maybe Sherlock had mentioned you once or twice. You really hoped he did so you would sound like a complete physio.

You opened the door to see enola at her desk reading something about Dr. John Watson was missing. You knew who that was from Sherlock. It was his partner in crime but Sherlock never told you he went missing. You were even more worried now and walked up to Enola.

"Excuse me, Miss Enola Holmes, but I am inquiring about the whereabouts of your brother, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I'm Y/n Y/l/n and he hasn’t been showing up to the bakery he helps me with.” You say. Enola stands up right away putting away the newspaper she was just reading."Ah, I know who you are. Yes He speaks of you often, you know. I'm afraid I don't know his current whereabouts, but I'm sure he would be thrilled to see you again. Perhaps I can help you find him?"

You blushed a bit. He speaks of you?! It was shocking for the most part but you responded saying “That would be most appreciated thank you Enola”. “Oh no problem let’s walk to his house first” Enola said thinking about the first place she could imagine him at. As the two of you walked in, Enola finally spoke up “You know Sherlock fancies you very much”. You immediately stopped walking.

In retaliation you said “ You're off one’s chump Enola, He would never have feelings for me.” . “Are you sure about that? Any time i’m around him he always has to mention you like a trillion times” Enola says, trying to convince you. You just laugh and continue walking wondering to yourself if Sherlock actually has feelings for you.

But no Enola was just trying to wake the snakes that had to be it. But anyways a couple minutes go by and as you’re almost at his house a drunk guy bumps into you. You apologize many times then once he sees your face he gives you a tight hug. “Sherlock?!” you say in surprise. “Ahh yes my lover i haven't seen you in forever”

Right then and there you push him off and slap him across his face angry that this is what he has been doing this whole time while you had been worried sick. “What is wrong with your Sherlock?! If written messages walked around town for you and a well later you come up out of nowhere drunk calling me your lover and saying you haven’t seen me in forever?! Probably because you weren’t even bothered to say hello or let me know if you were ok or not!” You were just telling him letting the angry out that had funded out of nowhere.

You were just so angry with the fact that he didn’t let you know he was ok rather than just get drunk until he didn’t know what he was saying. “But Y/n- I I did respond to your- Oh i think i’m going to throw up”. His words were slurred and he was stumbling as he talked to you. You were mad but didn’t want to leave him like this and you didn’t want to keep Enola from work so you told her it was ok to leave and you would deal with sherlock.

Enola told you the rest of the directions to Sherlock’s house so you walked up to the door and asked Sherlock for his keys. “Sherlock, where are your keys?” you asked. Sherlock still drink said “ Ill only tell youu for a kiss” . Looking at him with his hair a mess, cheeks flushed, half conscious you couldn’t take him seriously just gave him a quick pack on the cheek but he had turned his head causing you to kiss him on the lips.

Sherlock tried to deepen the kiss by putting his hand behind your neck but you had to stop. So you pulled away. You were blushing so much but he finally handed over the keys with a cheekish grin. You headed him into the very messy house. You didn’t bother it and looked for what you thought was his bedroom.

When you found it he flopped onto the bed falling asleep right away. You went to his kitchen right away to make something turn when he woke up then wrote a note to him……

…Dear Sherlock Holmes,

I hope this letter finds you well. I must confess that I have been quite worried about you these past few days. You are such a brilliant detective, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you.

I understand that you are drunk but when you wake up, please know that there are cookies waiting for you on your table, just the way you like them. I hope they will bring a smile to your face and remind you that I appreciate you.

Please take care of yourself Sherlock. I need you at the bakery and miss your presence even if I'm a bit mad at you.

Sincerely,

Y/n Y/l/n……

….. The next morning he walked Sherlock’s back to his neatly put up self. He walked up behind the counter to where you were while the bakery was about to open. “Y/n umm i wanted to apologize for yesterday's events. And I am truly sorry for not speaking to you in the past week. It's just-”. He sighs trying to find the right words. “My partner Watson has gone missing and i’ve been worried trying to find him and-”. Right then and there you give him a tight hug.

“You don’t have to explain anything Sherlock just thank you for coming in today” You say still hugging him tight . “Thank you Y/n Y/l/n, I love you”. He whispered the last part to himself not wanting you to hear how he really feels about you. Maybe he does fancies you, you think too yourself.

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

<3 Wow, since I've been writing fanfics for years, I have so many to choose from. But let me stick to my reader-insert-focused darker fics that I post on this account.

The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours – Fandom: Joker 2019, Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x (Female) Reader. Explicit with lots of warnings. By far my proudest (and smuttiest?) work.

By far a number one position. Not only do you people seem to love it, I have received so many messages of readers going back to the story for the umpteenth time to reread it all. (And you have no diea how those little messages strengthened me when my health abandoned me). You devour it. And even I have been rereading my own tale several times and enjoyed it. So yes, I definitely want to write an ending to it. I also have plans to have the full story out before Joker 2 comes out.

Fun fact: The entire fic was inspired by the gif I added above)

Pine Cone Child – Fandom: Enola Holmes, Pairing: Enola Holmes/Linthorn (one-sided & Noncon), Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes. Explicit with lots of warnings.

I got a big thrill sending these chapters out into the world and found myself on a roll with this fic. The idea came with one scene, of a boy meeting his biological father, and realizing that he had a far more gritty past than he always had assumed. But to get to that chapter, I had to write many more. In the end, that chapter was never posted online. And the chapters I had finished about Enola and her mother visiting Linthorn’s grave and the chapter that was to follow after got lost when my laptop crashed. I was also too ill and too tired to write, so it never reached its end. I am not sure if I will ever finish this one. I think, it is pretty okay as it is. Even if I never got to the ending the whole idea sprouted from in the first placed. For now, it is on hold.

3. Removed Fics/Or old account fics:

The first multi-chapter fic became a success, many years ago. I will not name the title, the quality is shite compared to what I write now (still shite, but different shite). One of the first fandoms I wrote fanfiction in was Inu Yasha. The much-explored ‘Inu Yasha scampers off with Kikyo and Kagome finds comfort in Sesshoumaru’s arms’ was still new, there were about 20 fics or so about this pairing in English. The encouragement I received made me want to keep posting my work. I still receive reviews for these fics.

4. A deleted Sweeney Todd Smut fic, featuring Sweeney Todd x Lovett’s daughter. I might reupload this one day, perhaps as a reader insert.

But because I want to tag a tale: Have you tried reading my dark romance (aka, Reader let yourself be kidnapped by a slasher guy) The Chance to Make A Change. Fandom: The Black Phone. Pairing: Albert Shaw ( The Grabber ) x (f) Reader. Explicit. Loads of warnings.

Shared 5:

His – Fandom: Moon Knight, Pairing: Dr. Arthur Harrow x (f) Reader. Mature with warnings.

I am surprised by how much feedback and likes I received on this, even if the numbers of hits and kudos on AO3 are low. But for the short tale it is, I like it. Because it shows a budding relationship over time, cut into short chapters, and has a little evil twist at the end of it. Also, I could totally live with this happening to me, if I were the reader.

Shared 5:

No Family Man – Fandom: Joker 2019, Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x (afab) Reader. Mature with warnings.

Another one of my fics I love to return to, and that was generally received well. It started as two imagines which I then combined. It has lots of personal experience elements in it that to me, make it all the more special. What they are, I will leave for you to guess.

I would love to finish the Princess and the Clown - Joker 2019 fanfic of Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader I once started. Perhaps rewrite it a little. Same for my Benvolio x Mercutio Hanahaki Story (you Shakespearean lovers might know me of my many Tybalt x Mercutio and Mercutio x basically anyone fics).

I have a few Star Wars Reader Inserts that were never finished but tickle my fancy. Mostly Reader x Kylo Ren or Reader x Hux (or both lol).

By far most of my proudest fanfics have been personal gifts to friends. It is how I started writing when in High School, and I still gift fics for people's birthdays. I especially like the Sherlock Holmes range I did for several friends, in which my friends always ended up being the evil masterminds who outsmarted Sherlock and Watson. But also, because I had illustrations to go along with these fics. <3

But first, I need to finish a whole list of unfinished works: starting with a Crimson Peak inspired modern reader au that has been pending for over 2 years, as well as the Joker fic mentioned on number one. Then there's a summery romantic Arthur Harrow x Reader tale I want to gift to someone on here, and a Harrow Patient x Reader fic that wants to be written in between.

ARGH!

Not to mention the many Arthur Fleck x Reader prompts I have pending. I LOVE YOU, KEEP SENDING ME STUFF <3

#personal note #Arthur Fleck #Arthur Harrow #Albert Shaw #Enola Holmes #Sweeney Todd #Inu Yasha #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #Reader inserts #Fanfiction rec

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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A Christmas Rose

12 Days of Christmas: Day 8

Part Two: A New Years Kiss

Plot: When you show up at 221B Baker Street with a Christmas gift for Sherlock Holmes, you are surprised to learn he has something for you as well.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Gn!Reader

A/N's: Obviously this is during the Victorian Era, so Christmas is celebrated a bit differently, so I didn't mention much about the holiday in general. Also idk if lavender roses were a thing in Victorian times, but go with it.

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As you stopped in front of Sherlock's door, you took in a deep breath. The wrapped box was held behind your arms as you stood nervously for a few moments.

Taking another breath, you quickly knocked, not wanting to lose the courage you had. After a few moments of hoping he'd answer quickly, or not at all, you heard the door lock click before the door opened.

Sherlock, upon seeing you looked at you with mild surprise before looking past you, you assumed to see if Enola was accompanying you.

Most times you saw Sherlock, she was with you. She introduced you when you ended up helping her with a case. Now you were her friend, and, even got along well with Sherlock. You were of course, head over heels for the detective, but you assumed he had no feelings for you.

"Y/n." Sherlock greeted with a smile "What a pleasant surprise, do you need help with something?" You could see a soft hint of concern in his gaze, before his eyes dropped down to the box in your hands, hidden somewhat behind your back. You saw his brow quirk in curiosity.

"Oh, no, I'm fine, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No of course not, please come in." Sherlock pulled the door open for you to enter, and you felt a jolt of surprise. You weren't sure if he'd even let you past the doorstep.

Walking into his apartment, your eyes cast over the wall plastered in case information. Not letting your eyes linger, for fear he may not like it, you turned and smiled at him.

"I wont take up much of your time, I just wanted to bring you this."

Handing out the box for Sherlock to take, you saw him look from the box to you in confusion "For me?"

You nodded and smiled "Yes."

"What for?" He asked softly as he took it from you.

You titled your head softly "Well it is Christmas, more or less." You smiled, Christmas was still a few days away, but it was close enough.

Sherlock looked at you and you saw his lip quirk into a soft smile "Ah, yes. Christmas." You saw him look over to his desk before he looked at the box "This is quite fortuitous, as I...have something for you as well."

You felt your heart leap in your chest. You kept your voice calm though you were confused, and surprised.

"You do?" You voice came of softer than you meant and you were sure he noticed.

Walking over to his desk, he pulled out a small object from the drawer, before walking back to you and handing it over.

It was wrapped in brown parchment paper and tied with a gold ribbon. You couldn't imagine Sherlock wrapping a present, but the thought made your chest feel warm.

"Thank you Sherlock." You said with a soft smile as you looked down at the book. "You didn't have too."

"Neither did you." He added on with amusement.

You looked back up and smiled, shrugging your head.

"Am I allowed to open this?" Sherlock asked with a quirked brow.

You nodded with a smile "Yes."

You watched as he untied the ribbon that had been holding the box closed. It was long and thin, and you were hoping he would not be able to deduce what was inside.

As he slid open the lid, and you saw the way his eyes widened a bit, you felt a jolt of excitement.

Pulling out the long cane, he gently ran his fingers along the slick black almost porcelain surface. Grabbing the hilt of the cane, he unsheathed the sword that had been hidden inside.

His eyes drifted to you and you smiled "I know your's was broken last week when you helped Enola and I."

He had a soft smile on his face as he looked back down at the cane. There were delicate hand-carved markings on the handle, and along some of the blade. And he noted the small engraving of his initials as well. His smile widened as he looked back at you.

"Thank you Y/n, this is more than I could have asked for." You smiled and shrugged your head again "It was the least I could do. You did save my life after all."

Sherlock smiled as you shrugged your head, it was a common quirk of yours, he noticed. It was often when you were uncertain, or bashful that you did it.

Smoothly sliding the blade back into the cane, he tested the balance. It was impressively made "The craftsmen who made this is very talented, and takes great care in their work."

"Thank you." You said sofly and his eyes shot up to meet yours.

You shrugged again, "My father taught me at a young age. Though it has been a while since I made something like that. I'm glad that you like it."

He smiled and there was a glint in his eye you could not decipher "You continue to impress me Y/n." You felt your heart jolt at this. His eyes flicked down to the object in your hands "Though I'm afraid my present may be much more underwealming now.'"

You smiled and shook your head "I don't think so. Every gift has at least an ounce of important thought in it, and that makes it important no matter what."

He smiled at your words, he really did admire how you saw the world. Gesturing at the object in your hands, you realized he wanted you to open it.

Gently removing the ribbon and unfolding the paper, you saw that inside was a thick, yet small book

It was embroidered with various flowers, and had a hard fabric cover. Turning it over, you smiled as you read it. "The language of flowers."

"I recall overhearing you mention to Enola that you were interested in flowers, and their meanings when you learned of our mother's unique way of communication."

You looked up at him with a bright smile, and he felt his chest tighten at the sight.

"It's wonderful Sherlock thank you. I didn't even know where to being to find a book like this, and I did try."

He smiled, glad you liked the book. He felt his heart start hammering in his chest as you fiddled with the pages. He wasn't sure if he was ready for you to find what he left inside.

Hearing the clock chime on the wall, your eyes shot up, and he could tell you had stayed longer than you had meant.

"Oh dear." You said softly as your eyes met Sherlocks "I have to go, I'm late."

He smiled and nodded his head "I understand"

You turned and went to the door, Sherlock followed swiftly grabbing the door and opening it for you. As you stepped out, you turned back and smiled at Sherlock, holding the book to your chest.

"Thank you Sherlock."

He smiled and nodded his head "And thank you Y/n." Remembering something he stood up a bit straighter "I assume Enola, invited you to the New Years Eve party Tewksbury's family is holding?"

You nodded "Yes, I will be going."

He smiled and nodded "As will I. So, I will see you there then?"

You were surprised at this "Sherlock Holmes attending a party? How intriguing." You joked and he smiled.

"Yes, well, there is something there that will make it worth going, no matter my distaste for parties."

You wondered what that meant. Perhaps a suspect in the case he is working on will be attending?

Saying your goodbyes, you began heading down the street quickly. Aware you were running late, you couldn't help but begin to flip through the book again. You smiled as you did, excited to begin reading through it.

Noticing something in the pages, you opened the book, and stopped in your tracks. Within the book, was a small dried and pressed lavender rose bud. Gently picking it up, you stared at it In awe. It was such a rare color of rose.

Did Sherlock put it in the book on purpose, for you to find?

Looking down at the page, you saw it was left on the page about roses. As your eyes skimmed the page, you spotted the entry about purple roses. Reading the passage, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

A lavender, or purple rose, means enchantment, wonder, and love at first sight.

Certainly Sherlock didn't leave the rose in the book. Perhaps it was owned by someone previously? Though, the rose didn't seem that old. And you did notice the way his eyes kept glancing down at the book as you fiddled with it. Did he know it was there?

He notices everything, he would have seen it in the book if it had been left their by someone else. And he would not leave it if it did not hold that meaning for him as well.

Looking back down the road, you debated going back, but decided against it. You were already late. You would see him again, if not before the New Years party, then there. You would ask him there.

xx End xx

Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I do plan on making a part two to this around new years (hopefully)

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viktorkrumslayss · 1 year

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First meeting headcannons for Sherlock Holmes

I hope you like it if you want a part 2 let me know

[Henry cavill sherlock]

I imagine you and sherlock would meet while he's looking for Enola up in London

You found Mycrofts article in the paper and decided to take up on it but not informing him because he's a sexist twat anyways

You both ended up at the same location and bumped into each other

Literally

He was quite suspicious of you at first because you don't really see many detectives anymore let alone female ones

He'd probably be asking you questions about what your doing and why you're in the more sketchier part of London instead of the more popular parts

You knew he was Enolas brother based on the name and worked your ways round his question by saying you were looking for someone

But continued to help look for enola anyways

He was cold to you at first not letting his guard down incase you were an enemie or someone who would be considered trouble

But even so you grew on him and he offered you to stay with him in his apartment at 221 Baker Street for a little while until you find your 'person'

He eventually completely let his guard down and even considered you his friend

[Maybe something more that he reallyyyyyy wanted but squashed it down because of the need of finding Enola]

You and his sister are his world

He asked for your advice on Enola and where she may be and where you think she would have gone

After finding her he decides that he'll continue helping you find your person until you tell him you were also actually looking for Enola

You continued living with him until he had to go back to Mycroft in his childhood home and you were about to say your goodbyes until he asked you to come with him and Enola

He didn't completely tell you how he felt but it was already quite out in the open and you both felt it was quite obvious

Enola was overjoyed to have an older sister and welcomed you in lovingly but Mycroft didn't accept someone he deemed lower then him but who cares about mycroft

#enola holmes #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #x reader #sherlock reader insert

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900 followers event !

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st-juliet · 2 years

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Ready Now

Fandom: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: Sherlock comforts the reader in heartbreak…and opens a door for a happier future.

Content: A very light 18+ just to be safe, for implied sex.

Notes: Angst to comfort to fluff. A bit of a shameless self-insert to improve my spirits, and perhaps yours, too, if you are in need. Title from the Dodie song which I love so dearly!

“Miss—?”

“Oh, no.”

The words fall from your lips before you can stop them, and tears prick at your eyes. The last thing you could ever want at this moment are the keen eyes of the Great Detective turned upon you in the most painful moment of your life…but such are the perils of open windows and the garden shared by his flat and yours.

You deduce at once that he has heard through your open window every word that passed betwixt you and the man to whom you were, until this hour past, betrothed: Sherlock Holmes knows you have been forsworn, with another already chosen to assume your place by the side of the man who had promised you his heart and his life. This embarrassment coupled with your anguish is almost too much to bear, and you almost flee back into the house, but his voice stills you.

“Your compassion does you credit,” he says, carefully keeping his eyes upon the flower he was inspecting, where a little bee hums contentedly, wholly unconcerned with human troubles.

“My…compassion?”

Sherlock is quiet, but insistent: “That heartless young man has callously thrown away his greatest chance at happiness, and you—who are best positioned to inform him of it—instead wish him well. You preserve his reputation when his own actions have sullied it, and defend a character he could perhaps aspire to, though it is you yourself who possess it. Such is your compassion, to care for his welfare when he has disregarded yours. When he has treated you so…”

He trails off, turning away from the garden to look at you in earnest. You can see him auditioning adverbs with which to end his sentence, in varying degrees of delicacy: indifferently, unkindly, cruelly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you protest feebly, before he can settle on a word.

“Forgive me, my lady, for contradicting your charity,” he scoffs. “But I have seen and heard too much which has roused my suspicion and my unmitigated anger. Your effective disappearance from society following your engagement; your hesitance—indeed, your fear—to even speak to another man, apprehensive of his jealousy; the want of preparation or celebration of your impending marriage…and that his published columns in the papers are so unmistakably your ideas, even your words, filtered weakly through his pen.” A tear slips from your eye and down your cheek.

“You know?”

His gruff tone and his steely expression soften at once, melting into a gentle murmur and a warm gaze as he draws very near to you.

“I have told no one else. But if you chose to reveal him as a fraud, I would second you at once,” he avows, and then he smiles softly. “And if you chose to empty his plagiarizing inkwell over his head, I would likewise hold your gloves.”

“I need not do that, I think,” you smile back, even as more tears run down your face, the efforts of preserving your composure slipping away at this matchless kindness. Sherlock draws his handkerchief from his pocket and presses it into your hand delicately, giving a light squeeze to your fingertips before drawing back.

“Then I repeat my sentiment of your compassion. And I never meant to peer into your private business. But my incontestable busybody of a brain could not mistake your suffering, or its cause.”

“You are very good, sir, to think of me at all.”

“Not half so good as you. No—no modesty from you tonight; I will not accept it, knowing how you have already humbled yourself to salvage the honor of a replete cad. But I cannot say I am not something pacified, knowing that you are free of him.”

“I did not wish to be free of him,” you confess, dabbing at your eyes as the subtle scent of his tobacco and cologne, infused into the cloth of the handkerchief, washes over you—a comforting, intimate sensation even in the midst of your grief. “I wished to love him. But he does not love me.”

Sherlock seems to wage a small war within himself before he speaks again.

“I cannot possibly imagine your pain, nor would I ever instruct you not to feel it, fully and completely, till you have made your way through. But you must know that there are men whose hearts are not made of stone. Men who would be moved, and infinitely so, by the tenderness and care he neglected, who would give any earthly riches or heavenly rewards for the chance to return your love tenfold.” He inclines his head to brush an impossibly soft, tender kiss to your forehead, so light and so loving that you think at once you must be dreaming. “Please, my dear, sweet lady—whenever you are ready, remember this.”

With a slight bow, he returns to his home, but the memory of his touch and his kindness lingers, a sweet reprieve from your sorrow even on this darkest of nights.

~ Some Months Later ~

“Sherlock?”

“My dear Miss—“

“I am ready now.”

With his words and his deeds, with his body and his soul, he drives from your mind every less than loving touch you have suffered, every thoughtless word or neglectful silence, entreating you to forget past pain and trust your own heart again. You coax from him a lightness and laughter, hold him through the depths of his sorrow in defeat, and ardently welcome him home victorious. You build and rebuild. You learn and grow. Together.

And when he kisses you for the first time.

When you walk arm in arm through the world, through the change of seasons.

When he kneels and asks for your hand, and sings to the world of his good fortune and the grace of your future.

When he brings you to bed with a fierce and tender passion, each surrendered wholly to the other in perfect harmony.

When the sight of your newborn child cradled in your arms causes your strong, steady husband to weep at this miracle made from your love…

…you are home.

If you prefer wordy smut, you might enjoy my masterlist. New Utmost Merit chapters to come soon, as soon as I stop moping. <3 Thank you for reading!

#sherlock x reader #henry cavill sherlock #henry!sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x you #Sherlock Holmes x Reader #enola holmes fanfic #henry!sherlock

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mythuzalasheir3 · 7 months

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MYTH’S FIC MASTERLIST

General Spies Are Forever:

The Benefits Of Personal History- Owen Lives AU

Suffered Long Enough Or, Moving On (Together)- Torture Tango Reveal AU

Without A Clue- Soulmate AU

Torture Tango Reprise, Or The Horrors Of Staying Alive- Angsty Owen Lives AU

Remember… Remember… -Holloduke AU

Buddy, We’re Different Breeds- Werewolf! Curt and Vampire! Owen

The Downsides Of Personal History- Canon but from Owen’s perspective

The DMA Is Homophobic?!- The Kira is homophobic death note amv but Curtwen

Early Mornings- Curtwen first I Love You

King Of Hearts- Curtwen first meeting

Spies Never Die- Curt goes back for Owen AU

Bleeding Through- Post Fall Owen has identity issues

A Torn Page- SAF x House Of The Dragon Mashup AU Staircase scene

If A Spy Is A Spy And I Once Was A Spy - Curt’s journal entry before Spy Again

Always A Spy - Curt gets self reflective after retiring for real

Drowning - There was only one oxygen mask gone romantic

I’ll Find You In The Next Timeline - Roleswap!Owen meets Canon Curt

A Twist Of Fate- Roleswap AU, but Owen still joins Chimera

Tati: The Vampire Slayer AU

Tati The Vampire Slayer- Curt finds out Tatiana is the Slayer

Spies Are Literally Forever: SAF x Hatchetfield Reincarnation AU Series

One Step Ahead (It’s How Its Always Been)-Curt/Howard remembers his past life on Black Friday when confronting Wilbur/Owen

The Gang’s Back Together (For The First Time [technically])- Curt/Howard and Owen/Wilbur reunite with Tati/Emma and Becky/Barb

Feeling A Lot Of Deja Vu Again- Owen’s Afterlife

The Worm Talk- The boys are soft

The Awakening of Wilbur Cross- Wilbur remembers his past life

Washington Comes To Hatchetfield- The gang meet for coffee at Beanie’s

Don’t You Forget About Me- Owen/Wilbur wingmans a holloduke reunion (ignore how this breaks lore hahahah)

Curtwen/Woward’s Nightmare Time- Wiggly tries to get his revenge

Awake For My Funeral- Curt’s Afterlife

Going Through The Unimaginable Twice- Tati/Emma reflecting on her siblings

General Hatchetfield Fics:

Only Murders In Hatchetfield - Only Murders In The Building Mashup AU

Once More, With Blue Shit - mashup AU with the musical episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer

I’ll Carry A Torch For Us Both (I Knew You Once Upon A Dream) - Sleeping Beauty Holloweane AU

Once Upon A Time In Hatchetfield - OUAT mashup AU

The Hatchetfield High Tarot Card Consultancy- All Our Hidden Gifts x Hatchetfield

You Will Know Our Names-Holloweane as Noah and Mio in a Xenoblade chronicles 3 AU

Unlocking Your Soul- Persona inspired Hatchetfield

And We’ll Sing It Again (In The Next Timeline)- Hadestown x Hatchetfield

The Last Of Hatchetfield (TLOUx Hatchetfield AU)

Is This The Eternal Dark Without A Dawn? (Hatchetfield x Until Dawn AU)

Spankoffski-Fosters Vs The Lords In Black Series

Video Game Fics:

Sparrow And Reaver: Road To Rule- Spreaver pirate adventure

The Legend Of Zelda: Hyrule Saviours- Ocarina of time but Malon’s the hero of time

Assassin’s Creed- Katia- lowkey self insert Ezio x Reader

Life Is Strange: Partners In Time- Max, Chloe and Rachel go back to stop the storm and hell week

Miscellaneous Fics

The Disappearance of Eudoria Holmes- Dr who x bbc sherlock x enola holmes

Coney Island Waltz- Love Never Dies Rewrite

#Myth’s Fic Masterlist #myth muses #spies are forever #hatchetfield #doctor who #enola holmes #bbc sherlock #life is strange #assassin’s creed #fable 2 #fable 3 #phantom of the opera #love never dies #the legend of zelda #myth’s fics

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milknhonies · 2 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

#wowb #sherlock moodboard #wails of wedded bliss #wails of wedded bliss moodboard #sherlock imagine #enola sherlock #sherlock reader insert #henry sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes x poc!reader #sherlock holmes x female reader #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x ofc #sherlock holmes x reader

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tree-of-blue-squirrel · 1 year

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Fanfic Masterlist (last updated February 8th 2024)

Where the east wind doesn´t blow (in progress) fandoms (crossover): Sherlock (BBC) x Enola Holmes movies chapters: 6/? quick summary: „Enola.“ Sherlock rolled the word in his mouth. It felt odd, yet strangely at home on his tongue. „That´s “alone“, spelled backwards.“ Enola simply smiled as she looked away, outside the window to the streets of then rainy London streets. It was a brief look, seemingly without a reason. It began to rain outside. „My mother´s a big fan of word games.“ She said, her eyes turning to the ground. Sherlock noticed her hands began to shake again as she partially curled up on herself.

Someday you´ll return (and I´ll be gone) (finished) fandom: The Sandman (2022) chapters: 3 quick summary: Once upon a time, there was a fairytale about a beautiful lady trapped in a tall tower by an evil witch. The lady in the story was incredibly beautiful, with golden hair so long they reached the bottom of the tower when she let them down through the window – the only way in and out of her stone prison. As stories often go, there was truth to it, one that had since morphed into something slightly different after being passed from mouth to mouth to ink and paper, written down into a book with a considerable amount of creative liberty. Let´s tell the story once again, now unchanged. And let´s tell it properly - from the beginning.

Two halves of the same orange (finished) fandom: Our flag means death (2022) chapters: 11 quick summary: A continuation of season 1, very minor difference to canon. It´s basically a collection of my headcanons with a bit of stuff that could possibly happen in canon and very poor integration of Spanish (I tried). First fic i finished (yay). additional note: I may put out additional content for this story (short stories and POVs that didn´t make the final cut) in the future, but for now, this is it.

The story of a storyteller (in progress) - DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE fandom: The Sandman (2022) chapters: 14/? quick summary: An ordinary girl named Sarah suddenly appears to be transported to a different universe, one she considered nothing more than a good story. Running into the characters she only read about, however seems to put that view to the test. additional note: OC-centric, Hob x Dream in this one is present, but off to the side. Is this self-indulgent ? Unapologetically, but i will at least try to treat it with respect. I haven´t seen a single one story anywhere which deals with OC (or hell, even a reader insert) having knowledge of the Sandman universe so I´m looking forward to writing the rest of this very much. another additional note regarding content warnings: some chapters deal with heavier topics than the majority of the story. Those chapters have specific content warning in the notes at the beginning of the fic. Reader discretion advised.

The party goes with you (finished) fandom: The Sandman (2022) chapters: 1 quick summary: The days melt into each other for Hob Gadling once his old friend disappears. When Death comes to deliver the news of his demise, however, there is yet a shard of hope about the air.

The skin of a killer, the song of a longing heart (finished) fandom: The Sandman (2022) chapters: 1 quick summary: Hob wants to know more about Dream. Dream can only know about Hob what he directly tells him because he literally can´t see or hear any of his dreams. Things take an interesting turn. Or What 600 years of longing can do to two people who have very romantic feelings about one another with nowhere else to put them

#writing #fanfiction #masterlist

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