#johnlock fic
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Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Harry Watson (mentioned), Sherlock Holmes' Parents, Holmes Family - Character, Sebastian Wilkes
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, accidental fake dating, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Oblivious Sherlock, Oblivious John, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Christmas fic, holiday fluff, The tropes all the tropes, Sherlock's parents aren't nice, AU, Unilock, they're just done with Uni but still Unilock, different first meeting, various sex acts between consenting adults, Alcohol, mention of past drug use, mention of alcoholism, Christmas fake dating romcom, Seriously Sherlock's parents are the worst
Summary:
Sherlock hates spending Christmas with his snobby parents. John has nowhere to go over the holidays. The heat in 221B is broken and their fridge is empty. Plus, Sherlock's parents will hate John.
So of course Sherlock takes John along.
It's not his fault that his parents assume John's his boyfriend. Of course John is perfect and all, but Sherlock doesn't do romance. So what harm can there be in pretending, if it makes his parents this mad?
Thank you darling wife @nuttersinc for the plot bunny, and thank you superstar @jrow for the beta.
This is my Christmas fic in April, people. It’s completely written, I’m posting the chapters as they come out of beta.
Tags under the cut as always, please let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged.
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I'm never gonna dance again - Part 1
SO I can't stop starting WIPs and working on them simultaneously. I've formed such a bad habit! I just wanted to write my take on what happened when Sherlock offered to teach John how to dance before the wedding. Feedback and britpicking more than welcome. Thank you so much for reading!
Songs for mood: Careless Whisper, the Postmodern Jukebox version
Masquerade Suite: Waltz, Aram Khachaturian
Source of photo
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad good-byes
It starts a month before the wedding. The tutoring is quite intensive - Sherlock doesn’t do anything halfway. “You need to have a basic idea of eight different ballroom dances if you don’t wish to make a fool of yourself on the dancefloor.”
“Eight? You’ve got to be kidding me. Sherlock, I’m getting married, I’m not competing as a professional ballroom dancer.”
“Exactly, you’re getting married,” Sherlock huffs. “Put some effort, John. Your skills currently being subpar shouldn’t prevent you from learning the basic steps of the waltz, rumba, rock ‘n’ roll...”
“If England runs out of crime, never become a tutor,” John sulks. “You’re not exactly boosting morale, here, mate.”
Sherlock waves his hand in the air dismissively, taking two swift steps to close the distance between them, taking John’s hand in his own and holding it up. “None of that. With our lessons you’re going to be an expert in two weeks. Now. Other hand on my waist.” His other hand is on John’s back, between his shoulder blades.
“No, wait,” John hisses, untangling his grip from Sherlock’s and moving towards the windows to pull the heavy curtains shut. “People will talk.”
“They do little else, John, as we’ve established ages ago,” Sherlock huffs impatiently. “Now, hand on my waist.”
“Seriously?” John chuckles awkwardly, eventually letting Sherlock manipulate him into the right posture with a hand that pushes steadily against his back as their other hand grips John’s firmly again.
“John, I’m afraid we won’t be able to keep a preferrable pace in your learning process if you keep acting like a teenage boy,” Sherlock scolds him, but with the hint of a smile on his face.
The first time they dance it’s in three quarters time. They start with the waltz. Sherlock is teaching John to lead.
John can’t believe what’s happening the first time. Less than two months ago he couldn’t bare to be at this very living room, he would become nauseous every time he’d stare at Sherlock’s armchair. And now Sherlock is showing him “the box”.
In the beginning, John steps on his friend’s feet a couple of times. They bang their heads once, when John steps forward instead of backward. He apologizes a lot and keeps staring, alarmed, at his feet.
“Keep your back straight, head high, you’ll need to look at Mary in the face, don’t look at your feet.”
And so they go, one-two-three one-two-three, until John has figured out how to turn instead of landing on the wall or on a chair, until their tight grip is clammy and sweat has broken on their underarms and foreheads.
John has never been one for dancing, and he’s quite used to Sherlock violating his personal space, yet this is different. Sherlock is a firm but capable tutor who, despite his gentle scolding, somehow ends up making him feel good about himself. When John feels slightly more confident with the steps to allow himself to relax, their flow becomes natural. John asks for music - listening only to their accelerated breathing, their socked feet tapping on the floor, and the swishing of fabric is making him feel self-conscious. Sherlock obliges him and hits Play on his phone. The Masquerade Suite fills the room and they rediscover their pace rather effortlessly.
One-two-three one-two-three
Being in John’s arms feels right, and the realization pains him. He lets himself navigate the never-ending stairs and cold, wide rooms of his mind palace. They’re waltzing on an ornate ballroom with mirrors all around, their joined figures multiplying in a line of identical couples. They’re in tailcoats, one-two-three one-two-three, John is leading and Sherlock is following. Oh, he’s always loved to follow, how he’s always craved a dancing partner confident enough to lead him. John Watson is most fitting for the task, with a serious, almost stern expression on his lined face, his lips pressed together as he stares at him intently with his brilliant, azure gaze burning into Sherlock’s eyes, almost reducing him to tears. At the climax of the violins they sway smoothly, as if they’re stepping on clouds one-two-three one-two-three and Sherlock is dizzy, feels disoriented when John dips him and he senses blood filling his head as he views the ballroom from upside down, his abdomen pressed against John’s, his friends hand steady on his waist, their fingers tangled together, inspeparable.
It’s a graceful dance, waltz, and Sherlock finds himself grateful for John’s military training. He can’t imagine how much more difficult everything would be if John didn’t possess such good posture. Sherlock has always loved dancing, yet he had never before experienced this. Piercing blue eyes making him lightheaded, rendering breathing a strenuous task, his heart hammering against his ribcage, and suddenly he realizes that John, always legible, has become even more so. Now that they’re so close to each other there’s no need for pulse-taking or the employment other sneaky devices, no. Their sweaty, dopamine-rushed bodies cannot lie, the violins are masking all sounds but their rapid breathing that mingles, sweet and expectant.
Mrs. Hudson walks in on them, balancing a tray with tea and biscuits in their hands, while they’re practicing the under arm turn (quite gracefully given their height difference, if Sherlock can allow himself to take pride in that).
“Oh, my boys, so beautiful! Look at the both of you, engulfed in your dancing!” she squeals, bringing her fingers to her lips. “We should take a video, to commemorate this moment...”
It’s John who terrifies her out of the apartment this time, and John can be very terrifying indeed, Sherlock thinks as Mrs. Hudson turns around and shuts the door behind her, tutting disapprovingly at their manners.
“Let’s hope we didn’t give her the wrong impression,” John chuckles softly, going for the tea, a sign that he’s had enough waltzing around for one day. Sherlock’s mind palace ballroom vanishes into thin air and he’s in the dimly lit living room at Baker Street again, side-staring at John who is avoiding his gaze. Sherlock swallows back a sigh as his long fingers reach for a biscuit.
Part 2, Part 3
#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock#bbc sherlock#johnlock fanfiction#fanfiction#johnlock fic#sherlock#dancing fic#dance!lock
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turtely's OTP challenge!
now on ao3! (tumblr link)
read the 8th part here (again - slightly improved):
Summary: Sherlock has never appreciated sleep; felt unnecessary and like a time wasting activity. But when John entered his life, his relationship to sleep gradually changed...
General Audience, 914 Words. Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together (i hope this tag means what i think it means), Established Relationship.
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CHAPTER 17 - Another Love
"Can I ask one more question?”
John snuffs a soft laugh. Surely this is the least he can do for a man whose home he has invaded, whose life he has disrupted and who has had to listen to him rave about another Sherlock from another plane of existence, whatever that means. He nods.
“What would you have done if I’d been him? If I’d been the man you were looking for? If you’d found Sherlock living here?”
Sorry to anyone who is still folllowing this one - I promise we are nearly done. I won't leave anyone hanging! There's even some answers in this chapter! There will likely be one more chapter and an epilogue after this (although when that will be posted is anyone's guess.) Thank you for being so patient and sticking with me.
If you want to read it from the beginning it's here.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH 😭😭
Fic: Indefinite lines
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The Murder of Sir Emory J. Amat by ChrisCalledMeSweetie
A Sherlock Holmes mystery, as recounted by Dr. John H. Watson.
Can you follow the clues to deduce whodunnit?
Chapter 9: The Goldfish Pond
Instead of pursuing the path to the end, Holmes took another, which wound up the side of a wooded slope. In one spot the trees had been cleared away. We had a splendid view over the countryside, and could look right down on the goldfish pond. A wooden bench had been placed to take full advantage of the picturesque scene.
Holmes seated himself and patted the spot next to him.
I hesitated a moment. The bench had obviously been designed with lovers in mind; it was barely wide enough for two. Still, Holmes’ invitation indicated he did not mind, and so I joined him.
I’m tagging some folks who might be interested. Please let me know if you’d like me to tag or untag you.
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Happy New Year!
My traditional New Year's fic is up:
Every Year
Johnlock, rated T, 1k, part 7 of New Year's Kiss
John and Sherlock have a fight on New Year's Eve. Will they miss their traditional midnight kiss?
Enjoy, and check out the 6 previous parts (13k in total) to get in the mood for New Year's Eve!
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Chapters: 61/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Philip Anderson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan
Additional Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe - Historical, Historical, Boats and Ships, Sailor!John, Aristocrat!Sherlock, AU, Johnlock Trope Challenge, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Young!naive!Sherlock, Muscular!Sea-hardened!John, POV Sherlock Holmes, SailorLock, sailinglock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Anderson has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, Sherlock is a sad gay baby, boxing lessons, Sherlock's Violin, sailor!lock, Sailing, First Kiss, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Top John Watson, Sherlock is a trembling gay flower petal, John is a golden god of sex, First Time, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Age of Sail, Regency, Threats of Violence, Threats of sexual violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, THIS STORY WILL HAVE THE HAPPIEST ENDING YOU CAN POSSIBLY STOMACH, but there will be angst and conflict along the way, and also lots and lots of sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Don't copy to another site, Alternate Universe - Age of Sail, Alternate Universe - Regency, Rimming
Summary:
When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.
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NEW CHAPTER IS UP DEAR READERS
😌🌊👨🏼🤝👨🏻🌸🐚⚓️🌈✨
#over fathoms deep#my writing#ofd update#ofd new chapter#gay petals at sea#johnlock fic#ofd#ofd chapter 61
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Okay I’ve been three days searching for this, so I’m going to throw this out into The Void and see if anyone can help.
Hello! I’m searching for a Sherlock fic on AO3. It’s Johnlock and Post Reichenbach, but in this, a little bit into Sherlock taking down Moriarty’s web, John figures out Sherlock’s alive (I believe via Anderson), and thus decides to go find him. It’s a rather long fic if I remember correctly, as well as completed too. If anyone could help me find it, I would be eternally grateful!
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Letters
Dear John,
Come back.
Don’t get married.
Half of all marriages end in divorce, you don’t want to get married just to get divorced again, do you?
You’ve only known her for six months. That’s nothing.
Is the sex that good?
Do you really love her?
Do you love her more than me?
Forgive me.
Come back.
Don’t get married.
I love you.
I miss you.
You make me better. Everything is better with you.
You think I’m the special one, but that’s not true. It was always you. You keep me right.
I know I don’t deserve it, but please choose me anyway.
Come home.
Please.
Sherlock sighs in frustration as he throws the paper to the floor. How is he supposed to do this?
Every time he tries to think of what he’ll say at the wedding, his heart hurts. His head hurts. Everything hurts. He has a recurring nightmare; he opens his mouth at the wedding and a horrid sort of wailing sound comes out, and everyone’s staring at him because they know it’s the sound of his heart breaking.
He needs help. But the only person who can help him is the one person he can’t ask.
So Lestrade it is.
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Lestrade is surprisingly helpful, and Sherlock manages to write most of his speech with a few pointers from him. Lestrade reassures him that John will be happy, which is the end goal.
Sherlock is about to settle down to his microscope and some interesting slides from a necrotic horse liver when there’s a knock on the door.
Sherlock opens the door to an agitated John, who holds up a sheet of paper.
“Is this true?” he says with an odd, wide-eyed intensity.
“What are you talking about?” Sherlock asks, trying to catch a glimpse of the paper in John’s hand.
John thrusts it at him, and Sherlock’s stomach flips over when he realises that it’s the first draft of his best man speech. The one he threw to the floor. Where a nosy DI must have picked it up and...
He’s going to murder Lestrade with his bare hands.
He looks up at John. “Um…”
“Sherlock,” John says, eyes intent on his. “Is it true?”
“I never meant for you to see this, Lestrade-”
“Never mind that, now,” John says, taking a step closer to Sherlock and gently taking the paper from Sherlock’s hand. “Is it true?” he asks, softly but insistently, looking at Sherlock with an expression that’s almost… hopeful? Surely that can’t be true.
But he doesn’t want to lie anymore, so he nods. Just once.
“Oh,” John says, and surely the lovely smile on his face is a trick of the light. Surely the way he steps closer to Sherlock is all in his head, surely the hands sliding up Sherlock’s arms and cupping his face are a figment of his imagination and surely John’s lips against his have a purely medicinal purpose, breathing life and light into Sherlock’s entire body, his lungs, his heart.
“Oh,” Sherlock breathes against John’s lips as he kisses back.
He’s going to have to do something nice for Lestrade. And he’s going to hold on to that piece of paper. It’ll make a good first draft of his wedding vows.
Thanks for the tag and the idea, @calaisreno , I'm not ready for the fun to end ;-)
I actually wrote something else first, but I think that's going to be the basis for a longer fic, so have another TSoT fix it.
Tagging a few of the usual suspects: @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @jrow @catlock-holmes @totallysilvergirl @topsyturvy-turtely @meetinginsamarra @jrow @thetimemoves @the-reading-lemon @discordantwords and anyone else who wants to play.
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I'm never gonna dance again - Part 3
I can't stop writing this story and I'm not even proofreading properly before posting (I'm sure it's obvious). Thank you so much for your likes and reblogs, I hope you like this <3
Part 1, Part 2
Songs:
Cry to Me, Solomon Burke
Photo source
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
“I have an international reputation.” Sherlock slurs, raising his head, his back still pressed against John’s sides as they’re lying down on the stairs. “Do you have an international reputation?”
“No, I don’t have an international reputation.” John responds, squeezing his eyes tightly together and seeing black dots. His head is spinning, the room is spinning even though he can’t see it, and his stomach churns. He can smell Sherlock’s cologne mixed with a hint of leather and tobbaco. When did Sherlock sneak outside for a smoke? They’d been together all night. John blames his negligence, but he doesn’t blame himself for his choices. Never. Sherlock decided things would pan out that way when he made crystal clear that he was married to his work, when he left him, all alone, for two excruciating years.
Mrs. Hudson finds them like that, scolds them for being back so early on his freaking stag night. Oh, yes. The stag night. The wedding. John is getting married in the morning and all he can think about is Sherlock’s body pressed against his own as the corners of the steps dig into their spines.
Sherlock makes an attempt to stand up and suddenly there is nothing against John’s side. The air hovering between them pisses him off, he wants to close the gap, to pull Sherlock close and lie back down, shut their eyes and let the universe swirl them in its vast vacuum of stars and nothingness.
Fuck.
Never without your love
I should've known better than to cheat a friend (should've known better, yeah)
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
John is sitting on his chair, Sherlock’s leg bent between his own, his grip tight on Sherlock’s knee. His head is still spinning, standing upright has become a struggle, and he has to keep himself from getting nauseous, staring into Sherlock’s silver eyes that are glassy with stupor. They’ve been trying to figure out the names taped on their foreheads for a while, without much success.
“I’m you, aren’t I?” Sherlock asks eventually.
“No, you idiot, you’re you.”
Sherlock takes a few seconds to register the information, then goes pale. “John, my trusted doctor, you have to help me. I’m losing my power to deduce.”
John pokes him on the chest with his index finger. “Sod off, you’re just drunk.”
“I am, amn’t I?” Sherlock slurs, and John doesn’t even have the energy and focus to laugh at his friend’s faltering grammar. “I failed to deduce myself!” he carries on in a frantic voice.
John groans and presses the heel of his hands against his eyes, losing his balance and falling over, kneeling on the floor between Sherlock’s bent legs. “Don’t be too harsh on yourself. No one can deduce you sometimes, not even yourself,” he opens his eyes, staring at Sherlock’s form that’s swaying in front of him, so dangerously close that he can feel the intoxication on the man’s breath. Without completely realizing what he’s doing, his right hand comes to rest on the left side of Sherlock’s chest, his fingers sprawled out against the expensive fabric. “No one can deduce your heart, Sherlock,” he blurts out, lost in the alcoholic haze of his mind. He feels his own pulse thrumming in his veins, his head throbbing with excitement and sheer terror. They’ve gotten too close. If John does not contain himself it’s going to be too late, too soon.
Sherlock’s hand comes to rest upon John’s own, pressing it firmly on his chest, over his heart that’s fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. “You are my heart,” he murmurs, his eyes moving from John’s eyes to his dry lips for a split second, then back up to his eyes, breath catching on his throat.
John doesn’t register who makes the first move, but they’re kissing, ever so softly, lips pressed on lips in timid exploration, and soon it becomes urgent, vehement, lips part and they’re dancing, this time with their tongues, in a frantic rhythm full of breathless staccatos. John’s free hand comes to rest on Sherlock’s cheek and he feels the ever so faint beginnings of a day’s stubble sprouting on the detective’s skin. His hand moves back, cupping the nape of Sherlock’s neck, gently tugging on his dark curls as he takes Sherlock’s lush lower lip between his teeth. He elicits a groan and takes it as his cue to break the kiss and dig his teeth lower, into Sherlock’s long neck, his tongue tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
Sherlock hands press against John’s chest and he’s pushing him away, looking horrified as he’s trying to catch his breath. “No, John. We can’t... Mary...”
“Shh,” John silences him softly as his fingers come to trace the outline of Sherlock’s facial features ever so slowly, the pupils of his eyes moving frantically around Sherlock’s face, trying to take him all in. “I’ve waited for so long...” he mutters, closing the distance between them with another kiss. “Why, Sherlock?” he mumbles against his lips, his voice breaking. “Why? Everything could be different...”
“I know,” Sherlock breathes hoarsely, his own fingers travelling on the rougher skin of John’s face. “I’m sorry, I know...” He lets himself slide from his chair and join John on the floor, helping him shift from the uncomfortable position that must have made his knees lose feeling. They are both sitting down, their legs sprawled out, Sherlock’s knees bent around John’s waist. John��s hands travel down to Sherlock’s back, on his sides, on his hips, and land under his buttocks. With strong arms he pulls Sherlock to sit on his lap and Sherlock bends his legs, his calves folded on the floor under his thighs, the bulge on his pants pressing hard against John’s own throbbing erection. He presses their bodies together, attempting to synchronize their heartbeats but it’s all too frantic and Sherlock can’t keep up. He’s dizzy and has lost all control of his body and mind. Everything hurts, from his eyelashes to his toes. Everything is burning him from inside out.
John breaks the kiss when he tastes tears. He doesn’t know whom they belong to; they pull away, staring at each other, and they both realize they’re tasting salt. Their foreheads come to rest together, their fingers intertwine on their sides.
Suddenly, Sherlock untangles his own from John's and manages to pull himself up so that he can stand. He manages to with unexpected sobriety and he reaches for his phone, deft fingers manipulating the screen, thumb pressing Play. He extends his hand to John and helps him up, steadying him against his body as the first, notes of Cry to Me fill the room with yearning.
To be continued...
#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock#bbc sherlock#johnlock fanfiction#fanfiction#johnlock fic#sherlock#queer#dance!lock
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Human Urges
ALL chapters uploaded to Ao3!!!
Summary: John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. He despised himself for it. It was going on his nerves. In fact it annoyed the fucking SHIT out of him. That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed!
Gift for: @helloliriels because you deserve it.
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Words: 5,861; Chapters: 4/4; Rating: Teen and Up
Additional Tags (Selection): Fluff, Johnlock - Freeform, Crack Fic, Bisexual John, Gay Sherlock, First Kiss, First Time, Year of the Crack Fic 2022, No Smut, Kissing, Hugging, Cuddling, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Shy John Watson, Bold John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is Bad at Feelings, John Watson is Bad at Communicating, Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, DO NOT COPY TO ANOTHER SITE OR APP, Sherlock Holmes is a Mess, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, Light Angst, Demisexual Sherlock Holmes, there is more kissing, like so much more kissing get yourself under control babes, John Watson is Perfect, Developing Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, I love these absolute morons, POV Third Person Omniscient
(phew that's a lot of tags)
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Summary of Chapter 4:
Sherlock had wanted this to happen between them. But that was his problem, wasn’t it? That he had wanted it. Because not only his body and brain wanted it. But his heart too. And John… he didn’t want this. Not with his heart. He just had 'human urges'.
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you can read chapter one on tumblr, too! :))
A/N: i personally really like this chapter. i hope you do too. i'm sorry it took me forever to update this story 🙄 tags under the cut!
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Chapter 15 - Someone You Loved
"He watches him; watches that magnificent brain fit pieces together, discard some, link some to others to make something new. He hadn’t thought beyond this point, beyond getting here and finding whatever there was to be found. Tomorrow is a terrifying blank and John cannot even see the edges of what’s going to be expected of him. If anything. He’s too weary to even wonder.
“John…” Sherlock’s voice is gentler this time, more insistent. He puts the gun to one side, never taking his eyes off him. “I’m not him .”
Sorry! I wanted to get a bigger chunk out, but couldn't quite finish it in time. Here's something at least.
All the thank yous to all who are still following, kudos-ing and commenting. It means a great deal to me.
Who knows? Maybe I'll get some time over the break to get another chunk out... //hollow laughter//
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The Murder of Sir Emory J. Amat by ChrisCalledMeSweetie
A Sherlock Holmes mystery, as recounted by Dr. John H. Watson.
Can you follow the clues to deduce whodunnit?
Chapter 5: Murder!
“I must have a word with Miss Amat. She was the last person to see her uncle alive. Does she know yet?”
Miss Hooper shook her head.
“Well, no need to tell her for another five minutes. She can answer my questions better without being upset by knowing the truth about her uncle. Tell her there’s been a burglary, and ask her if she would mind dressing and coming down to answer a few questions.”
It was Miss Hooper who went upstairs on this errand.
“Miss Amat will be down in a minute,” she said, when she returned. “I told her just what you suggested.”
In less than five minutes Irene descended the staircase. She was wrapped in a pale pink silk kimono.
🗡️ The titular event has occurred!
Will Sherlock and John be able to solve the case?
Will you???
If you're wondering why Irene's last name is Amat instead of Adler, check out this video. It may—or may not—give you a clue.
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