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j-eryewrites · 2 months

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Stressed Out

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Warnings: Not really any, kind of ooc Sherlock (but who cares)

Author's Note: Finally feeling like I have time to write and that the writing gods have been in my favor. This was a fun little one-shot to write. While I'm still trying to get back into my writing groove, this one shot definitely helped get some of the dust off my creative writing brain. So, thank you @my-dear-sweet-melody for requesting this one. I hope you enjoy it!

You weren’t sure how you’d been doing it: managing the day-to-day lives of two people who also happened to be good friends of yours, assisting Sherlock with cases, seeing things you’d never thought you’d see in your lifetime (both good and bad), juggling relationships, your own well-being and health, and time to relax. Although it seemed like you had less and less time to do the things concerning yourself. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but when you were thrust into the world of Sherlock Holmes, more important things came into play.

Sherlock was the first to notice how the stress was weighing on you. It was a total shock when he casually announced your current state to John. The moment the words of concern were uttered from Sherlock’s lips, the puzzle in John’s mind had been completed. With the help of Mrs. Hudson, the two men began to conspire to make life easier for their dear friend.

At first, Sherlock’s conscious decision to wash his dishes and put them away in the correct cabinets struck you as odd. Sherlock’s mind was usually too busy for such arbitrary tasks, and such magnificent brain power couldn’t be wasted on such a thing. Then came the tidiness of his experiments. You could swear you hadn’t seen a stray finger or eyeball dissolving in vinegar for quite some time.

When you had asked Sherlock about his new behavior, he shrugged it off with some wildly strange research idea he had come up with. You tried to follow along, but your brain began to hurt after a moment, so you opted to believe him instead.

Meanwhile, John took extra care to charge his and Sherlock’s devices. He knew no matter how brilliant Sherlock was, the man seemingly ceased to forget that computers, phones, and the lot needed to be charged via a charging cord and port. On the other hand, Mrs. Hudson made the note to prepare extra tea and biscuits to save yourself the trouble of doing that for Sherlock and John.

Now, you felt no need to question John and Mrs.Hudson’s new behavior. It was in character for them to do small things like that. However, you continued to question Sherlock; he grew tired of it. Why couldn’t you see that he cared for you, too? That maybe he cared a bit more for you than he should. He was growing weary of the excuses he made to your insistent questions when all he wanted to do was throw them up and tell you the truth. Truthfully, the truth was something he insisted upon. Sherlock always found it one way or another. Yet, he could only fib when you had a new query about his altered behavior. Was it hard for you to understand that Sherlock could care? That he, too, could be human?

“Sherlock,” you called as you sat on the couch, pouring over the current case. It was usually your job to organize each thing into its Sherlockian category to save Sherlock his brain power. However, when you opened the file, it had already been done. “Did I happen to organize this in my sleep?” You raised the file and peered at him. Sherlock felt his mind conjure up the latest lie. Just before it left his mouth, he paused. He got up and marched to the window, where he began to gaze out onto the street below. He couldn’t lie anymore. He had to tell you the truth.

“I organized it,” Sherlock said.

You froze. Something was seriously wrong with the man if he was now organizing his own cases. “Sherlock, you never orga–”

“Why can’t I?” Sherlock’s voice grew tense. His eyes clenched shut, all while his back was still towards you. He wouldn’t dare look at you. He knew if he saw your eyes, he’d crumble and tell you everything, but everything was what you needed to hear. Everything was what he needed to say.

“I never said you couldn’t. It’s just,” you faltered, “…strange.”

Within a moment, Sherlock whirled around. His icy blue eyes began to thaw under your gaze. “I observed you have stressed: Your trousers falling to your hips instead of hanging snuggly on your waist, the dark circles under your eyes that only grew prominent by the day, the growing urge to sleep instead of join Mrs. Hudson for the weekly watch party of the latest soap opera,” Sherlock shut his mouth. He had said too much already; he shouldn’t say more, but his lips moved again. “I wasn’t the only one who noticed, John and Mrs. Hudson, too. We devised a plan to lessen the blow of our–my constant mess.”

As Sherlock spoke, you realized his words were only the truth. You had noticed you suddenly had more time to eat a meal, spend time with your favorite landlady, who was more like a mother, go on walks in the park with John, listen to Sherlock compose his latest piece, sleep, and live life as it should be lived. Amidst Sherlock’s rambling, you whispered, “Why?”

“Because we–because I care you for,” Sherlock choked.

Slowly, you remove yourself from the comfort of the couch cushions and find a place in front of Sherlock. You watch as Sherlock shudders from the touch of your hand on his cheek. “Thank you,” you said as a smile grew. “Thank you for caring when I forgot to take care of myself. Although…”

Sherlock frowned.

“…while I appreciate the sentiment of you organizing your own cases, John charging the computers, and Mrs. Hudson always preparing tea, I’d still like to be able to do my job. After all, the great Sherlock Holmes still needs to use his brain power to solve cases and save the day.”

Sherlock could only smile at that response for he'd give you anything you'd ask. "Of course. Of course, Y/N."

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helloliriels · 10 months

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THE GAME by helloliriels | 12 Days of Johnlock

A convicted murderer, John is thrown into a futuristic online game of life and death to serve out his sentence ... only to find that he has no control 🎮 over his actions here and that few in this game will survive!

... But when the woman he is accused of having murdered, suddenly appears in the game also ... John begins to question who is playing who?

Meanwhile Sherlock Holmes may have just found something a thousand times more interesting than 'The Game' at last! ... and decides to leave the comfort of his mansion to jump in and Save John Watson.

Yes ... I'm still catching up to xmas time shenanigans lol.

A Gamer AU concept poster | Johnlocked

More crack to come! @johnlocky @fluffbyday-smutbynight @whatnext2020 @chinike @rhasima @safedistancefrombeingsmart @topsyturvy-turtely @sarahthecoat @totallysilvergirl @7-percent @marta-bee @hasenkind687 @purplevatican @missdeliadili @peanitbear @kittenmadnessandtea @tiverrr @wizama @gregorovitchworld @kettykika78 @khorazir @discordantwords @anyway-kindness @calaisreno @kitten-kin @arwamachine @iamjustreading @peageetibbs @amyreadsandstresses @thetimemoves @simplyclockwork @kabubsmagga @meetinginsamarra @mrb488 @inevitably-johnlocked @bluebellofbakerstreet @fivefeetfangirl @raina-at @lisbeth-kk @solarmama @momma2boys @jobooksncoffee @john-smiths-jawline @gaylilsherlock @sherlockwatsons @dissolvinggirl @keirgreeneyes @janetm74 @sabrinash221b @loki-lock

#sherlock #johnlock #bbc sherlock #helloliriels #12 days of johnlock #crack #a Gamer AU #i think it could work #ideas living rent free in my head #_large #liriels ps #lockout films

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lady-byleth · 1 year

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One thing I love about Sherlock and William is that they give each other exactly what they need to get some time off from their own genius

When Sherlock is understimulated he gets grumpy, snappy, even violent. He needs to be constantly entertained or he will cause problems on purpose for any kind of entertainment, consequences be damned.

William is always thinking of a thousand things simultaneously, his brain is so full that he can't even sleep unless his body shuts down from sheer exhaustion. He's never at peace because he doesn't know how to be.

But when they're together they give each other exactly the reprieve they need. William provides Sherlock with the mental stimulus he needs to be happy constantly, a simple conversation between them is enough to keep every negative urge in check. William is intelligent and quick witted enough to keep him on his toes and surprise him constantly. When he comes back to London after the time skip its blatantly obvious that he's a much better adjusted person than he used to be

Meanwhile, being with Sherlock is so fascinating and interesting to William that he latches onto him completely. In just their first meeting he promptly forgets about the entire plan as soon as they get talking. His focus shifts from everything to just Sherlock and he can have fun, be himself, and just exist for a while without having to worry about anything else. You can tell that he's much more at peace with everything when he's back in London.

Those three years together in New York did wonders for them both because the entire time they were together with someone who gives them exactly what they need. That's also why them promising to be together for life is so important to them, because they are at their best when together, they know it and it makes them happier than they've ever been

I love them so much yall

#yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Thinking about a 'sqq transmigrates (reincarnates) into dc' (specifically the jl because I don't know much about the rest), and who do you think would be funniest? I have narrowed it down to One but if anyone has anything better I'd love to hear it - Constantine, cap marvel and Manhunter were my top choices until:

Batman. Of course. Mainly because of the adoption problem and dozen kids with attachment issues, but also sqq spending his entire time internally shrieking I AM NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS I AM NOT PREPARED SYSTEM WHY DID YOU CHOOSE BATMAN. Trying so hard to fit the theme. Over preparing and stressing over every detail. A bit autism coded. 'I don't fall in love with anyone unless I choose to' wrong. 'You want me??? To?? Share my emotions?? My troubles??? I want to be a good parental figure but I would RATHER DIE'.

*internal sarcasm at local iq* *encyclopedic knowledge* *forgets he's not supposed to know everyone's identity*. "HOW DID YOH EVEN KNOW THAT??!!" 'oh I uh figured it out lol *bluffs sherlock style deduction*'. *repressed* 'Trauma? What trauma? I'm doing Great.'

Alfred is best man but sqq has been fundamentally a rich kid for THREE lifetimes now. He is unsavagable. Acts all high and mighty for the show but self esteem is garbage. UTTER COMMITMENT TO THE BIT at this point (way post svsss canon) I think sqq would genuinely implode if he didn't have a mask to show the public.

System has followed him of course and has him by the scruff of his neck every time he thinks about a more peaceful life. It has very high ooc standards as always until he first puts on the mask.

I can see superman taking over lqgs role a little. Casual friend and bestie. Always ready to help (and occasionally sky uber). Brawn to his brain but smarter than people give him credit for. Ultimate power team. Romantic tension through the roof but never wants anything more (and Bruce is completely oblivious anyway). Everyone sees it though.

Everyone assuming Bruce spent a huge amount of time training in some ultra secret Chinese mountain range (technically they're not wrong!) but no system sent him to the league of assassins he's just using the excuse to work on his cultivation. (talia tried SO HARD to seduce him but it failed utterly so she gave up and stole his dna while he was asleep (he woke up the next morning to a mission success notification and freaked)).

Unlike what his kids except, is fully caught up with memes. They hate it but that just makes him use them more. On the plus side he is susceptible to rickroll. Peak 'my darling child would NEVER how dare' at events. The only ones who know he had (has???) a husband pre reveal.

He teaches them all cultivation like a little qj peak but without the proper environment, which doesn't exist here, they're never going to reach immortality like him. He's fine about that, really :). He's accepted it. Either way that means pit influence doesn't stick, whoo!

Would like nothing more than to kill the joker :). System won't let him. He can't explain that to anyone :).

Meanwhile an lbh centuries old is Missing His Husband and Its Been MONTHS Where are his kisses from shizun??? But seriously WHERE IS HIS HUSBAND BLOOD WILL BE SPILT THE ONE WHO TOOK HIM WILL BE WIPED FROM THE FACE OF THE REALMS THEIR LIGAMENTS STREWN ACROSS THE NORTHERN DESERT AND THEIR ENTRAILS FED TO HYDRA VULTURES WHERE IS HE

Cue an enraged ancient demon emperor breaking through the walls of reality on a universe shattering rampage only for him to be batmans husband :). Who wants kisses.

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problematic-weather · 1 year

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The Game is Afoot (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Sherlock Holmes x GN! Reader

summary: you’re an old friend of sherlock’s and admire him so. as you gaze around, you can’t help but think about the past and the future.

word count: 1.1k+

this one is random, i wrote it because why not?

warnings: unedited, a tad bit dark because it involves a hint of stalking but it’s fineee, i still have not watched enola 2, GIF NOT MINE !!

Fingers sweep against the bookshelf, filled with an assortment of books that could only be read by an intelligent individual. One who may have had too much time and devotion to uncovering the secrets of the world– secrets of people’s minds. Because what is life without a tinge of curiosity? Without the occasional adrenaline rush as the gears begin to turn, and the clock has finally chimed to a new day.

Comparing him to his older brother, they had nearly nothing in common. Sherlock had maintained his oddities and interest in chasing the mystery, meanwhile, Mycroft had subjected himself to mingling with society’s aristocrats. Perhaps too caught up in upholding the family’s image, his methods of displaying affection towards his family were unorthodox, and often showed more irritant than any other emotion.

Nevertheless, you had grown to know both– and it wasn’t a mystery to acknowledge Mycroft cares for the family. But through his perception of looking through a business and government lens, he’s often clouded by the idea of perfection, the idea of anything otherwise frustrating him to no end that leads to the most questionable decisions taken.

Yet with all that past knowledge, they still managed to have their names constantly written within the papers.

Sherlock was London’s gossip. It seemed the country had gotten a rise out of investigation and justice within the corrupt system. Though some predicted it would fester and spoil the relationship between social classes. That didn’t matter, you knew, it was broken from the very beginning. However, those who weren’t in it for the mystery– were very much reading the papers for Sherlock.

As you had moved to London, all that seemed to carry in the air were the thoughts of him. Whether it be his physique, intelligence, his most recent case, or all.

The thought did linger, how did he manage to look after all these years?

Hopefully, he was much better tending to himself than he cared to tend his flat. Scattered parchment in stacks all throughout the main room, books in heaps. Some were built on different levels, a variety of different candelabra spread out and notably used. Old wax still formed on the tray beneath. Most seemed to crowd a large map encompassing all of the city. Around, laid different colours of string strung around and held together with scribbled notes of ink and bright red thumbtacks.

The wall alone had bubbled your curiosity and overpoured. It seemed that Sherlock had already gotten his hands full, a case seemingly catching his eye. And by the looks of it, one that he’s followed for quite some time. Various clues and hypotheses were dispersed across the wall and tabletop, as well as a violin and cigar tray less than a foot away. He’s been observing.

Your own fingers trail along the string, eyes scanning through his clues. It was so easy like this, to read his mind. As more notes were piled on top of one another, his methods of uncovering the truth were fascinating. You could almost picture it– him staring at this board as you are, mind dizzying with the possibilities of the truth.

Sherlock had a temper of his own. His pace would quicken as he took a stroll around his furniture, fingertips feeling the materials around. Smoke would be filling up the room more than he’d like and eventually aggravate him, opening the window before returning to his routine. His eyes narrow as he stared along the seamless pattern of his wooden flooring, avoiding the known areas to creak in the slightest. As his patience thins, he would place himself on the sofa and stare absently at the wall again. Back leaning against the sofa as he finally uses his hand to remove the pipe from his lips, puffing out smoke as his eyes trail back to his wall. This action repeats again and again.

More ideas would befall his inquisitive mind as he dissects them piece-by-piece, before ultimately discarding them as another wild possibility. A visitor would then arrive moments and tear his attention from the master mystery before he could draw another conclusion and process it once more.

It was impressive to see his own line of work.

While he unveiled and sought to break the mystery, you yearned in forming them. Complicating them by various simplistic overlaps until even your own mind was left unsteady, and then add a bit more for the flare of being dramatic. France had been left in shambles at your mind games, ignoring the obvious signs while indulging in the fake clues a little too often to your dismay. They were the experiment used for the lesser plan– enough of a conundrum to set off the people working under the government. How easy it was, to frame the works of a powerful nobleman or a series of them.

It seemed Sherlock had caught traction of that. Already tying the relation to the foreign case solved suspiciously sudden to the most recent cases sparking among the busy streets of London. Words couldn’t express the adrenaline and excitement that engulfed you, not only by the chase but in the idea of playing with a dear friend. A memory.

Sherlock Holmes. Private detective and investigator, fuelled by his lifelong passion for mystery and unpicking the society of London lock by lock. It was an exciting thought.

To see if he could defend London before you shatter everything beneath your feet. To abolish the system of corruption– of aristocrats– of the Queen.

Heavy feet echoed outside of the flat and a final smile dawned on your face. Placing the parchment back into its messy display, you made way for your exit and paused. Watching as Sherlock entered his flat, unfastening the buttons on his coat as he made his rounds around and through inspection. After, he had placed himself on his desk and began occupying himself with ink and quill.

“Until another day, Sherlock. It’s my turn to advance.” And with that, you had gotten down and disappeared into the night.

A small smile left Sherlock’s face as his hand settled on the desk. With sharp eyes scanning the linked letters, reviewing the loops of his writing and grammar before a pleasant huff escaped him. Earlier that day, Mycroft had retained a gossip. One of an old friend that had recently moved to London he had recognized while conversing with a well-connected businessman. Mycroft, being himself, retrieved an address for his younger brother and tucked it into Sherlock’s gloved hand– ‘to distract him from obscene findings in the paper.’

As he flipped over the letter and folded it properly, he wrote in the front the required information to have it sent tomorrow morning as well as a name.

Y/N L/N.

How great it would be to have your presence near him again, after so many years?

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hope you enjoyed !!! thanks for reading :))

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asherloki · 9 months

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reader x Sherlock

“Let her go. Now.” His hand gripped tightly on his wrist. “Or else this isn’t going to end well for that little nose of yours.”

Never losing you!

Bbc Sherlock

Here's the prompt list!

Sherlock sat on his couch with his hand on his forehead. Sighing to himself he sat there. He took some case files but then threw them away. Meanwhile John entered with Rosy and the room was disastrous.

"Sherlock? What the hell?" John asked. Sherlock looked at him and it was clear with his looks that he was stressed.

"It's nothing I'll clean it" he said stumbling on his papers.

"No tell me what's wrong and where's y/n?" John asked. To this Sherlock was silent again thinking for a few seconds he finally replied,

"Left" finally he said. This caught John by surprise,

"Left? Why what happened?"

"We had arguments and she ... Left." Sherlock said staring blankly at the wall.

"Left to where?" Asked John impatiently.

"To the airport, she's going to her home, because our relationship is unbearable." He said gulping , perhaps he was gulping his feelings.

"I told you John love isn't for me."

"y/n is different, I see how you listen to her ramblings quietly, how you pat her back to calm her when she's anxious, what not have you done at her one 'please' Sherlock, she ... She is going away, stop her."

"I stopped her but she took her stuffs and cried and said 'you're unbearable ' and just ran away." He replied.

John listened to everything quietly, Rosy only understood that he said y/n left she took small steps and hugged him.

"Thanks sweetheart". Sherlock said.

"you don't know what you were to her?" John asked .

"If I was so important then why did she leave?"

"Imagine your life without her, imagine" John started to yell at this point.

"I can't" said Sherlock.

"She was the light of your life and so were you to her, you both cannot live a second without eachother. Sherlock she's so used to you I believe she can't deal with anything now without you."

"but she left." Sherlock said.

"Then be miserable again, both of you are stupid, she, I can still understand is hot headed and immature but you?." Saying this John turned to the kitchen.

"John?" Asked Sherlock softly.

"Yes?"

"Can I catch her in time ?"

To this he came running, "yes please, atleast try".

Sherlock smirked and got up, he got his coat and looked back at John and Rosy, "I'll bring y/n back."

John nodded. And Rosy said, "tell her I missed her already, she must not stop teaching me painting."

"You won't, she'll be with us, I'll bring her back, she'll be teaching you painting tonight right here".

But John couldn't leave him alone, he took rosy and called lestrade, he went down and asked for Mrs Hudson's car. She agreed but only one condition that she'll be driving. And Sherlock tried to contact Mycroft to track if y/n's flight has left or not. Which he confirmed that she's on her way to airport. They all went to inside the car and drove, lestrade came by his car, and Mycroft by his helicopter. When they reached airport John and Rosy and everyone followed him. His eyes searched and found her.

"Y/n!" He called her yelling.

To this she looked back and saw they whole baker Street family is there, "what the h...." She uttered. Sherlock was walking towards her but then he saw a guy touched her shoulder and said, "come on". He got furious and went towards them running, having Mycroft deal with the security was a good plan, he went closer to them and punched that guy in the face.

"How dare you touch her..."

"But she's my." He tried to speak until Sherlock said,

"“Let her go. Now.” His hand gripped tightly on her wrist. “Or else I promise this isn’t going to end well for that little nose of yours.”

"That's my cousin brother you idiot" y/n yelled taking her wrist away.

"Oh" Sherlock understood what he was about to do to her cousin brother. "Which one by the way?" He asked.

"The one who lives here ofcourse" she said.

"The one who is fond of eating?" He questioned back and this was extremely embarrassing for y/n and her cousin.

"What the heck?" Her brother said.

"Nothing you don't have to .." Sherlock tried to keep his calm.

"Why did you ...." Y/n didn't know what was going on. What is this? She thought she should move on because he was a bit too much at a certain point.

"I'm here to save you, to bring you back". He replied. So maybe not at all too much. Maybe it's all in her head. And if was, she let her doubts take control and mostly that lead to an argument.

"Why? You ... Ugh you're so weird, I've booked tickets"

"Mycroft will take care of it, for now let's go home" he said.

"No, that's your flat you go."

"Yes my flat, which you make home, Look we have more arguments to make our whole life so y/n please". He's the older one in the relationship, he always knew, y/n is younger and immature sometimes. So he has always been the one who wiped her tears, kissed her face, cuddled her, fulfilled her unnecessary demands.

"What? Why would I go, who the hell am I to you?"

"The only person for whom I let my heart win against my mind, MY FUCKING MIND". He yelled, and everyone stared at them. Y/n quietly asked,

"So....?"

"Please, y/n I'm sorry if I ever said you're too immature for him, it wasn't true, you're the one for him." Said John,

"I'm sorry if I said, I can't believe I'm doing this, but... I shouldn't have said, you're too stupid for my brother" said Mycroft.

"I'm sorry dear" said Mrs Hudson.

"But you didn't say anything to me" said y/n,

"oh right dear but since everyone is sorry." She replied.

"And I'm sorry for sometimes saying Sherlock may have priorities you over some cases, which is not bad, maybe the right thing to do." Said lestrade.

"I need to learn painting from you" said little rosie.

Y/n felt her eyes becoming teary.

"And I'm sorry ". Said Sherlock, "for letting you go because you over analysed a situation, where I should've hugged you and kissed you to make you feel better instead."

Y/n felt her tear rolling down her cheek this time, "and I am sorry, for being the immature baby, doubting everything."

Sherlock cupped her face and kissed with a soft smile on his lips.

Y/n's brother stared at all of them, then messaged her family to inform she'll be staying in London. Sherlock looked at y/n. Her small face fits perfectly in his hands.

"You're mine, Sherlock doesn't like loosing."

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x you

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cupidford · 1 year

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It's not the end of spring yet, but I've read a crazy amount the last few months so here we go with twenty amazing reads!!

I've got so many more in the arsenal to share with yall!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Light by Vanimedla4

Battling his addiction and depression, Sherlock moves to a lighthouse where he plans to end his life. He is stopped by John, a ghost. ~102k

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

The Q-Axis by Calais_Reno

Assassin John leaves a stalled train and attempts to find his way to the surface. Once above ground, he begins to notice puzzling discrepancies in the world around him. He calls this new reality the Q-axis. Meanwhile, detective Sherlock Holmes tries to solve a series of puzzling murders, all of which seem linked to a man who doesn’t exist. ~81.5k

All This Time by stopthat

“We share a life,” John says, eyes searching. “Have you ever wanted anything more from me?” ~3.5k

💛💛💛💛💛

Matchmaking for Solitary Animals by ArwaMachine

Following Sherlock’s return from the dead, he entertains gentlemen callers, a fact that seems to make John irrationally angry. Intent on proving that he’s not a dick, John makes it his mission to find Sherlock a boyfriend. Switchlock, ish toplock. ~72k

On an Eyelash by stopthat

Sherlock returns from the dead, but he and John don't talk about it. Until slowly they do, and between Christmas and Sherlock's birthday wishes really do come true. ~5k

The Art of Putting Up Shelves by Amyreadsandstresses

S3 fix it. Sherlock meets Adrian at a Chip Shop. They start a romantic relationship amongst the events of S3. Painful but lovely, and not Johnlock! ~19k

The Force of the Interaction by CorvidCordelia

Five Times John Thought About Sex and Sherlock and His Brain Broke + One Time It Didn't. Warning there is AdLock. ~17k

💚💚💚💚💚

A Christmas Stroll with Sherlock Holmes by aquileaofthelonelymountain

Sherlock offers a Christmas Stroll experience as a contribution to a local dog charity auction. The auction winners? None other than John and Rosie Watson. ~12k

Blue Plaques by JRow

John’s engagement is off, and he is back at the place he feels most at home — 221B Baker Street. In the process of solving a mystery, will John accidentally reveal a secret of his own? Asexual Sherlock. ~36.5k

noise complaint by simplyclockwork

One loud upstairs neighbour and three days of non-stop party music lead Sherlock to an unexpected meeting. Unilock, switchlock. ~85.5k

💙💙💙💙💙

Paper Men by Lurikko

Sherlock becomes obsessed with John having sex with women. John wonders if Sherlock is running an experiment or flirting? And after they start having sex themselves, are they actually in a relationship yet, or what exactly is going on? ~13.5k

You Have Demons (I Do Too) by wannabesir

ACD. Sherlock is fresh out of rehab and assigned community service thanks to his ever-spying brother Mycroft. At the theatre, he meets a blonde army doctor, turned actor, suffering from a PTSD flashback. ~105.5k

The Slow Dance and Death of a Carbon Copy by batslikepastel

After Mary's death, John starts spiraling. He starts mistaking Sherlock for Mary, the first sign of delusion, and Sherlock starts pretending to be her. 15.5k

the old songs by allsovacant

Sherlock vanishes after John and Mary's wedding. Five years later, John receives a text message from Sherlock asking for a chance to talk and clear the air between them. ~4.5k

Found by Callist

Life goes on in Baker Street, and it's time for a remodel to fit Rosie. As the project grows, John and Sherlock find something else growing between them. 11.5k

💜 HONORABLE MENTIONS 💜

body and soul by simplyclockwork

Established relationship. Sherlock knows himself as a man with refined tastes. In his opinion, John Watson is artwork of the highest calibre. ~3k

Meet Me on the Ice by consult_this_prick

Sherlock grows fond of the figure skater he sees before his hockey practices. ~6k

Places in the Mind by Calais_Reno

Post HLV. S3 fix it. John rescues Sherlock in Serbia after he is wounded. ~4.5k

Demitasse by oorsprong

Victorian ACD. We found ourselves at Pagani's upon nearly every successful completion of a case in unspoken celebration. ~1.5k

Community Service by Accident, Hobbitsfeet, Tindomerelhloni

Forensics Medical Examiner John H. Watson is forced to set up an office Christmas party with Sherlock Holmes. ~12.5k

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myownworld2509 · 3 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 (Lord Tewkesbury x Reader) Masterlist.

Summary: Y/N is a beautiful girl from Avonlea who has never been satisfied with her peasant life and aspires to something more. After all her friends leave for the university, she stays behind to pursue her romance with Billy Andrews. At the same time, a naive and clumsy boy arrives in Avonlea who seems unfamiliar with his surroundings.

No one imagines that this is the Marquis of Basilwether who fled his home to be free and away from those who want to kill him!

For her part, Y/N has no interest in her new arrival, but Tewkesbury is captivated by the girl's strength and charisma to the point that he will do everything to win her over. Meanwhile, in London, Sherlock Holmes is entrusted with the case of the missing marquis, which he will solve with the help of his cunning little sister.

Note: This is an AU where Tewkesbury does not meet Enola on the train but instead takes a boat direct to Prince Edward Island, where this story will have a crossover with Anne with an E.

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Chapter 1:

Summary: The young Marquis of Basilwether flees from those who want to assassinate him; he manages to take the train, but after a confrontation with a hitman, he boards a ship that takes him to a land beyond his imagination: Prince Edward Island.

#enola holmes #lord tewkesbury #tewkesbury x reader #viscount tewkesbury #sherlock holmes #louis partridge #louis patridge x reader

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amypihcs · 5 months

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Hello! As late as usual and a bit more frozen than usual! Let's see today's story!

Holmes just wants to do his scrapbooking! He doesn't want a case now! Leave him ALONE!

heyheyhey! This is playing DIRTY!

Holmes being quite a bit vain (and this we already knew) and also very very kind. Lol, the comment of not being seen for weeks! Mrs Hudson only sees him on an almost daily basis because she's FAMILY and adopted him! And worries if he doesn't eat his dinner. Well, what's the MATTER with this lodger?

Ah, the landlady is anxious, how to find any fault in it! And who wouldn't be calmed by staring into Holmes' eyes? lol. Bet that Watson speaks also for personal experience (when he has nightmares), for exemple.

Now remember, EVEN THE TINIEST DETAIL!

This smells a lot of Mafia, tbh. And usually there is fire when there's smoke. mmmhn we'll see. What about the food? Watson stop glaring

W-why printing? (also guess that printing means not writing in cursive?) This is an actually weird way of communication. Well, the idea of concealing the handwriting is good, tbh but again, WHY. Also, short messages and apparently the lodger seems very cautious. How did he look? this lodger, i mean...

Oh this smells SO MUCH of mafia...

Well, you MUST enter the room in the morning? can't do otherwise!

WATSON STOP GLARING! Looks after himself? WEIRD.

AH! Something to observe, finally!

H: He has a beard... but he can't have smoked these! Watson, even with your pretty modest mustache it wouldn't be possible! It would be singed, and it would be such a pity... W: Holmes, stop staring at my mouth, you'll have your kisses. Later H: Alright, alright, spoilsport.

The landlady goes away, Holmes gets his kisses and then back to the analysis!

This lodger might not be the bearded man who took the keys! It's an idea. But WHY?

WELL, we can always look in the AGONY COLUMNS! scrapbooking for win! I love how Granada Holmes has his whole little art attack project with the agony columns! He's cute!

AND THEY FIND THE MESSAGES! yahoo! Maybe in the following day's gazette....

THE MANTLEPIECE POSE! YES! only, Holmes should be happier, but it's alright! Holmes is feeling very satisfied of himself and HEY! CLIENT? What? Hey, they kidnapped her husband... and then let him go? He's shoked? oh damn!

Nice, time to see this guy! Ah you say you can give us a hiding place? NICE! we'll be there!

Uuuuh! Here's the house of the last ad on the paper! Ah, is the hideout ready? yay

W-what? Oke, the substitution, but... WITH A WOMAN? WOW. And such a woman to impress HOLMES! Stuff to meditate on!

Oh, come on, Watson! I have made a cute deduction! Well, probably she's entangled or well, she and her man are entangled in a matter of life or death! -vibing holmes noises-

-Holmes is vibing HARDER- While he tells Watson that it's of course l'art pour l'art! (This passage sounds soooo early case! later Watson would know already!)

Evening and they're at the landlady's again! -i'll be very italian now-

A CODE A CODE A CODE! Eh, Holmes! You should practice your italian a bit more! 'Attenta' means a lot of stuff, as you are freaking out she is understanding (Also the proof that us Italian women as so cool that we even manage to impress Sherlock Holmes uwu) Meanwhile, Holmes sclerandone (sardinian way of speaking) and Watson proposing a cipher and in fact...

AAAAH! You remember your italian at last! HEY! more messages!

Holmes going 'WTF's happening now?', freaking out a bit more but no Watson, stay with me! (Yes, Holmes 'pericolo' means 'danger', glad you remember your lessons) We're going to investigate now!

And we'll see their discoveries in the next story!

Vibing a lot with the last part in italian! yes!

#letters from watson #victorian husbands #sherlock holmes #dr watson #italian #holmes should practice italian a bit more #italian women are TOP #always known uwu #jeremy brett #unnecessarily handsome #edward hardwicke #the dark side #asexual falling hard for actors from an 80s show

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letstrythisout4 · 29 days

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Chapter 4: Blaise Zabini and the invasion of the library

Series Masterlist

Oh so this is what she meant, is what Blaise concludes as Isabella strolls right up into his secluded corner in the library and sits herself down right in front of him, ruffling through her bag.

She begins to pull out parchment, two quills and a bottle of ink. “Do you have your Charms textbook on you? I forgot mine.” she whispers to Blaise.

Silently handing over his copy, Isabella offers him a grateful smile and gets to work on what Blaise can only assume is the essay Flitwick assigned this week.

Once it became clear that she had no immediate intentions of interrogating him, Blaise returns to Sherlock and Watson’s investigation of the scene of the crime.

Sherlock Holmes approached the body, and, kneeling down, examined it intently. “You are sure that there is no wound?” he asked, pointing to numerous gouts and splashes of blood which lay all round.

Stories like this remind Blaise how stupid blood supremacy is. He has yet to find a wizarding author who captures his attention like Arthur Doyle and yet if he were to ever recommend his books to any of his roommates he would be putting an immense target on his back. Crabbe probably couldn’t even read A Study in Scarlet not because it was written by a muggle but because…he can’t seem to read at all.

“Is that A Study in Scarlet?” Isabella questioned.

Blaise hummed in agreement, not looking up from its pages. The sound of a zipper opening , parchment and quills being brushed against the wood of the table and a zipper closing meets Blaise’s ears.

“Have you read it before?”

“Mhm”

“What did you think?” she urged.

“Well, I’m reading it again aren’t I?” Blaise inquired, placing his bookmark into the novel and setting it aside.

“No need for the attitude. I just didn’t know purebloods had access to muggle fiction.” she bickered.

“Well not all purebloods are idiots so…” He trailed off as he began to question just how much he wanted to tell Isabella, staring at the ceiling as if it would decide for him.

“How’d you get a copy?”

“I bought it.”

“When?”

“Reyes, why are you here?” Blaise challenged deciding to see how far he would have to push to get her to walk away.

“Because you’re lonely looking and nosey. I can appreciate that.” When Blaise involuntarily dragged his hand down his face, she continued “ I mean I can tell that if you wanted to you could be really popular in your house. But instead you sit here alone instead of bothering the Gryffindor quidditch team like the rest of the Slytherin boys.”

“Oh yes I’m mature enough to not care whenever Potter gets unwanted benefits, how special am I?” he responded with a dramatic stretch.

“Incredibly actually, everyone else likes to be all up in his business. Meanwhile you prefer to be in the business of everyone but Harry.”

“He has enough people involved in his life, he doesn’t need me to add to the numbers.”

“That’s very considerate of you.” Isabella announced to the table, as if there was anyone there other than the two of them .

“Who cares?”

“I care.”

That forces Blaise to look at her for the first time since she sat down. Her hair was pulled into her preferred ponytail with her curls going in every direction and her eyes were so honest that Blaise forgot that he should probably respond.

Jumping at the opportunity to finally make eye contact she adds, “Nobody really thinks like that. Again I say, "I can appreciate it.”

Blaise nodded several times as he tried to piece words together to form an appropriate response. And Isabella leaned back in her chair crossing her arms with a smug smile, apparently satisfied that he seemed to finally be listening to her meaning, not just her words.

After a moment Isabella must have decided he was taking too long as she suddenly declared, “And so I have made a decision!”

“A decision?”

“Yes, a decision, we will be friends.” she stated as if it were the most obvious choice in the world.

Blaise raised a brow. “Do I get any say in this decision?”

“Nope.” and she struts away, once again leaving Blaise confused.

From then on Isabella seemed to just appear. Arriving early to their shared classes and asking him about his day only returning to her seat when the other kids could be heard down the hall. Primarily she would join him in the library. Sometimes to silently do homework and other times to interrogate him about his life.

“What’s your family like?” she questioned, once again indulging in her curiosity. Blaise looked at her and she was in what Blaise had silently dubbed her ‘Tired Stance’; chair pushed far enough back to allow her to rest her elbows near the edge of the table, lying her head on her arms, peering up at him through her eyelashes.

“Small. It’s just my mom and I.”

Blaise quickly found himself enjoying Isabella’s presence. She fit his standards of people he doesn’t dislike being around. For every “flaw” she had, she had a trait that balanced it. She wasn’t top of class (those positions were consistently taken by Granger, Malfoy and himself) but she worked incredibly hard to maintain good grades. Her questions (well endless) were always genuine. And she wasn’t afraid to sit in silence.

Blaise really liked that last trait.

“What about extended family?”

“My mom doesn’t have siblings, so it's just my grandparents and I never talk to them…Now that I think about it, I don’t know if they're even alive.

“Oh, what's that like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I have five siblings-”

“FIVE?!”

“Yes and-”

“Why?” Blaise pried with a reproachful tone paired with a deep frown.

“I don’t know, my parents wanted six kids I guess, what do you want me to say?” she argued hotly.

“My bad I just, large families like that are really rare in the wizarding world.”

“Hmm, well I guess I should add that they are half siblings. My parents had them while in their previous marriages.”

“...ok.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting so shocked Mr. I Enjoy Muggle Culture.”

“Just because I know alot about muggles doesn’t mean when I get reminded about certain things I’m not taken aback.”

“Hmmmmmm fair enough.” she conceded. “Now going back to what I was saying” -she shot him a glare- “before you rudely interrupted me. On both sides of my family I have tons of cousins and aunts and uncles so it's just weird to me that you don’t have…anybody else.”

“Wizarding families tend to stay small, like two to three kids at most. As for what it’s like, I mean I never had anything different so I can’t compare but I know my mom has my back so that’s all that really matters.” She bites her lip at that and Blaise can practically see her weighing the pros and cons of asking her next question. “Just ask, I won’t get offended.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” he assured, despite growing anxious.

“What about your dad?”

The roll of his eyes is immediate.

“I don’t care about my dad.”

“... please elaborate.”

Blaise takes a breath. The kind that fills your lungs to full capacity before blowing it out his mouth quietly. “If you ask anyone at this school about me, they will eventually tell you that my mom allegedly marries and kills men for their money.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah.” And while he is tempted to leave it there, he decides to continue. “I shan’t confirm or deny that rumor, I will say that my father was one of those many dead husbands. And that he wasn’t the first one. Therefore he married my mother despite knowing her history of men she marries mysteriously dying.”

“Uh huh.”

“Ergo he was an idiot. Beyond all of that though, I don’t have a need or desire for a father. My mother is raising me just fine on her own, no nannies, no caretakes just her. She has ensured I have a proper education, manners, and am plenty independent and functional. She takes care of me and most importantly she loves me. So no, I don’t care about my dad.”

Content with his rant, he observes as emotion swells in Isabella's eyes.

“She sounds great.” is all she says, her voice thick.

“She is.”

Isabella sits up and clears her throat before stating, “I have made a decision.”

A sense of dread fills him, “What now, Reyes?”

“You need more friends.”

Why does everyone say that?

“No thank you, I have plenty of friends.”

“Like who?”

“Hyunwoo, Kira and Obi.”

“And me.” she adds.

A debate commences inside of Blaise, “And you.” Blaise agrees a second later than polite.

Isabella’s face lights up at his words, “Ok great. Four friends, only one of which attends this school. Not looking great. How many”- she tilts her head side to side- “acquaintances do you have?”

“One.”

“Who?”

“Theo Nott.”

“That’s the boy you always sit with right?”

“That’s him.” Just as Blaise had suspected, Theo had sat next to him in classes and meals as a way to dodge being recruited into Malfoy's entourage.

“Ok so you have five people your age that you interact with regularly, correct?”

“Yes.”

“That’s depressing, Blaise.”

I know she’s not talking about me.

“What about you then, Reyes?” he accused.

“What about me?”

“How many friends do you have?”

“Not many. But, I have lots and lots of acquaintances. Plenty of people who I can rely on and who know they can rely on me.”

“Like who?” He echoed back to her.

“Like almost my whole house.”

That made Blaise pause. “...Liar.”

“Nuh uh.”

“I-”

“...”

“Did you just say “nuh uh”?”

“Yup.”

“That-. I-. Ignoring that, I don’t believe you. There is no way you are on good terms with the majority of the house.”

“It's actually pretty easy, not to be a stereotype but most of the people in Hufflepuff are really friendly.”

“Yes I can believe that. But I know that you, Reyes, are not. So I don’t see how this applies.”

Isabella had the nerve to fake a gasp and dramatically clutch her non-existent pearls. “I am a delight.”

Isabella was … lots of things but a delight was not one of them. Blaise would describe her as a menace and danger to society before a delight. She had her moments of kindness, he’ll give her that. But she was blunt like a cleaver, enjoyed bickering and never shied away from confrontation.

“Whatever you say Reyes.”

“My house loves me. I can talk to almost anyone and have a great conversation.”

“Almost?”

A chuckle escaped her,”There are a very small handful of people who aren’t fond of me.”

“Can’t imagine why.”

With a solid whack upside the head from a rolled up piece of parchment she intended to use for he Potions work she admitted “The point is. That you should meet the rest of my house.”

…

“No thank you.” Blaise said as he began to pack his bag.

“Woah woah. Don’t run away.” She had her hands up towards him like she was trying to calm a wild horse. “I just think that if you gave them a chance they’d really like you.”

“While I appreciate the offer I’m not really Hufflepuff material.” he offered to her as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Her words brought him back to just a month ago when he sat in front of the school and listened to the Hat genuinely consider putting him in Hufflepuff. He escaped from the table, ignoring her calls to him. He made it out of the library and down the corridor before a cold hand gripped his shoulder forcing him to turn around.

“Blaise Zabini, you will make more friends.” she vowed, tightening her hold on him to punctuate her words. “ Whether they be Hufflepuufs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins or even-” her face twisted in disgust “ even Gryffindors. You will make more friends. We will start with Hufflepuffs, you’re most likely to have success there. Having friends in Hufflepuff will lead to being introduced to people from other houses, which will lead to having more friends.” She seemed to realize just how tight her hold on his shoulder had become because she swiftly let go of him and began to rub his shoulder in apology. “I understand not wanting a bunch of friends, I really do. But to spend all seven years of school with only one friend and one acquaintance can’t be good for you. You need a group, it doesn’t need to be large, it doesn't even need to make sense. But you need people you can lean on.”

Blaise turned his head to the right and glared at the wall of the corridor.

Isabella sighed and patted his shoulder, “Just sleep on it. We’ll plan it out tomorrow.” With a small smile she added, "It'll make you feel better.” just as she walked away.

Author’s notes: damn I dont know why this chapter feels so long to me but it does. I think it's because it's very Isabella and Blaise dynamic focused and it's my first time writing them interacting beyond isabella lowkey bullying him in the last chapter I don't know. But let me know what yall think, I'd love to hear if their personalities came across as much as I wanted them to. As always, if you enjoy and comment to share any and all thoughts. Thank you for reading

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #pansy parkinson #theodore nott #blaise zabini x oc #blaise x reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini fluff

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xinimartsy · 2 years

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A rant on why Chevalier's route is crap and annoying and why Clavis' is superior.

(reminder that this is MY opinion. You're allowed to disagree, or even debate me, as long as we keep it respectful.)

Clavis' route kinda upset me a lot. Not the route in itself, which was fun and wonderful, but at how better it was than some of the other routes, specially Chevalier's. (Chevalier stans, don't come for my head, it's just my opinion)

Firstly, in Clavis' route, we get to see how great MC can be. She can be clever, cunning, stubborn, brave and lots of fun, what just makes her look all the more bland in the other routes in comparison.

In particular, surprising absolutely no one, what upsets me the most are Chevalier's route and Chevalier's MC. I made a post talking about how it was much easier to ship Chevalier and Clavis' MC, since they seem to have a much better relationship than they do in his own route, but i kinda got stuck thinking why is that.

For starters, i do understand Chevalier is one of the starting routes, which is understandable because he is Ikepri's cash cow, he's one of the most popular suitors and players do tend to be somewhat attached to their first routes. And in order to not spoil any later routes, starter routes are usually the blandest.

However i think that is a huge hit to Chevalier's character. We're supposed to get to know him on a deeper level on his route, however, we end up getting to know more about him in Clavis' than in his own. And while i understand that it was in order to not spoil Clavis' route, i think it's very unlikely that we get far enough into our relationship with Chevalier without knowing the huge part of his life that is Clavis, and without having meaningful conversations such as Clavis being Chevalier's last bastion. So i feel like we were robbed of a much more interesting route with Chevalier.

Also, most people that agreed with me on that post about Chevalier's MC unlikeability described her as "naive and dumb", which is kinda true, but more for a question of poor writing rather than as actual character traits.

Chevalier would have no interest in someone dumb or that he sees as lesser than, so his mc was actually meant to be presented as being clever and a quick learner despite her good heart and starting naivety. However it doesn't come across that because they failed at writing one of the most difficult aspects of this relationship: Chevalier's genius.

He is supposed to be a genius beyond his time, almost superhuman, and there's no problem with that, except is something extremely hard to write, and the easiest mistake to make when writing a genius is lowering everyone around them instead of elevating the genius themselves.

Basically, in order to make Chevalier look like the smartest person in the room, they gotta dumb everyone down. And that's why his MC is so annoying.

As we play this first person game as said MC, we have to constantly read through many lines of him explaining things we as readers already understood, but MC was made to be puzzled because she can't possibly be on par the genius who's ten steps ahead of everyone. And then when she figures out something on her own (after a little push from Chev) we the readers are just "ughhhh finally" while, in game, she's demonstrating cleverness and quick learning.

To write a genius is needed to have a dash of unpredictability, and to actually puzzle the readers as much as the characters. That's why Sherlock Holmes was written through the point of view of Watson, so we'd always be as puzzled as him, and as shocked when Sherlock did his thing that no normal human can do, and it leave us thinking "wow, he's indeed the greatest detective around".

Meanwhile, with Chevalier, they fail at the "show don't tell", constantly telling us he's a genius and hyping up his brain, but when it comes to the showing, they don't. We can't see his gears turning or his thought process, we don't see him actually do anything amazing - aside from physical prowess - that is beyond the bounds of understanding.

Don't get me wrong, he's intelligent and his ability to predict diplomatic moves like a game of chess is impressive, but it's not something so mind blowing that we can't piece together ourselves and need a step by step explanation on how he came up with it.

And in this, i believe Clavis' was written better as a genius than Chevalier. The second prince might be a prodigy, good at everything he picks up right away, but Clavis feels like the true genius of the family, even with mishaps and failures, he keeps us on our toes and thinks outside the box.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri clavis #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #clavis lelouch

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helloliriels · 1 year

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It Belongs In A Museum

"John ... I thought you said this was a library?" Sherlock turned a corner and found himself in the middle of what instead appeared to be ... a museum?

John meanwhile, rounded the corner and came crashing into a halted Sherlock.

He looked the taller man up and down before peering about the room before them. Trying to see what might have arrested his flatmate's attention?

John's breath caught.

Hanging on every available inch of the walls ...

. Were brilliant works of art, in every style and fashion ...

Full sized paintings ... hand drawn sketches ... and mostly digital works ... some full color, some in a manga or comic book art style ... but all featuring ...

. "It's ... it's us?"

John asked, stunned.

The question had also paralyzed the detective. Try as he might ... he simply could not compute the sheer amount of time and effort that had been put into this lovingly curated hall of art works ... ?

"John ... are you seeing-?"

. "What you're seeing ... ?" John finished for him, "yeah mate." He nodded imperceptibly. Unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing pictures that graced the gallery walls.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, as he caught a glimpse of something he definitely wanted a closer look at! And he was off ... Sherlock hard on his heels.

They spun about, smiling ... laughing ... tugging each other to see and comment on various pieces ... catching themselves eyeing each other with newfound wonder as they explored ... and often a hand over their mouths as they suppressed the joy that threatened to spill over like an uncorked bottle of champagne!

John had never seen Sherlock so animated, as when he was choosing his favourite image of John and having John imitate - or try as he might - NOT imitate - the position or stance that the artist had put them in ...

They landed on the floor laughing and rolling in each others arms after chasing each other around the silent gallery ...

Until John remembered - they were in a gallery! or what was supposed to be a LIBRARY! - and he hushed Sherlock with a finger to his lips ... Following it with a hesitant ... and careful kiss.

Their first.

Sherlock blinked.

"How long has this been going on, John?" he asked, needing to know more. John shrugged, his smile deepening even as he flattened himself against the ground and simply enjoyed the feel of Sherlock in his arms ... The man was gorgeous with his hair all aglow in the gallery lighting ...

. "I honestly don't know, Sherlock," he replied ... tugging the detective down by his shirt front for another good snog ... "but I'm guessing they all noticed it before we did?"

. Sherlock hummed in acknowledgement. Accepting John's lips and the warmth of his nearness like a glove that fit only too well ...

John felt a twinge in his back at being on the cold, hard floor too long though - and pushed Sherlock off of him, playfully - rising and helping the man to his feet.

"Guess we should see what we came here for?" John offered, leading the way, "think the library is back here? Ah!" He flicked on a lightswitch behind a pair of double doors ... and a

. "WHOA!!!!"

Slipped out of their mouths simultaneously ... jaws dropping.

As the darkened warehouse before them flickered to life, row ... by illuminated row ...

Revealing hundreds ... if not thousands ... NO ... HUNDREDS of thousands!!! Of stories ...

. Written about ... them?

John winked at Sherlock.

Before dashing ahead in a mad chase. Each grabbing up several volumes apiece and meeting to read a few pages ...

. "Look at this one!"

. "John - you won't believe-!" "Sherlock!" "John!"

. "This is-" "-I'm taking this one!" "This is brilliant!"

. "We're in a sci-fi!" "oooh an epic!" "OHmyGOD!"

John's giggling could be heard a few rows down, and Sherlock tucked another in his pocket and swung around the shelving to peruse over John's shoulder.

His jaw dropped.

"I think ..." John grinned wickedly "... I've found the E rated section ...!"

Sherlock's eyes grew wide as saucers and he tore the book from John's hands ... devouring pages at a time! Then he looked up at the rows and rows of shelves, his gaze glossing towards empty - but John could see he was critically engaged in making a heavy calculation.

"Verdict?" John asked, smirking. Having allowed the great genius to do his mental gymnastics.

"I think we're going to need more bookshelves at Baker Street," Sherlock stated, "... and we may need to try everything suggested."

"For science?" John asked, solemnly.

"For science," Sherlock agreed. Hiding his own burgeoning grin.

Then they both stood. Sheepishly looking down at their own feet ... and then at the rows and rows of unexplored fiction they could wander through ... endlessly ... nightly ... for the rest of their lives ...

"John ... ?" Sherlock asked, then, quietly. As if whispering in a holy room, "... what did you say this place was called again?'

He was a boy again. Full of wonder.

John smiled. Recognizing the dawn of a new era of their lives. He answered, just as solemnly,

"I'd say it was ... an archive of our own?"

Then he met Sherlock's adoring eyes,

. ... as the lights above ... winked.

For @sherlockchallenge February Prompt: Museum. and for all you lovely @fluffbruary writers and artists making the month delish.

@johnlocky @fluffbyday-smutbynight @ohlooktheresabee @john-smiths-jawline @whatnext2020 @chinike @rhasima @totallysilvergirl @blogstandbygo @egregiously-chuffed @raina-at @thelazyecrivain @topsyturvy-turtely @the-reading-lemon @aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain @safedistancefrombeingsmart @keirgreeneyes @elwinglyre @belles-magnetic-violin @thesunandherflannelcurtains @iwlyanmw @meetinginsamarra @hellolovelyscientist @ecsapingthereality @wizama @anyway-kindness @inevitably-johnlocked @iamjustreading @demonicangeling @summerfly-blues @eplapourdissant @lovelenivy @kittenmadnessandtea @leny-nguyen @calaisreno @discordantwords @thetimemoves @7-percent @shelleysprometheus @anyawen @gregorovitchworld @janetm74 @mrb488 @hasenkind687 @khorazir @kettykika78

#archive of our own #library love #museum #sherlock challenge #johnlock fluff

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seeingteacupsindragons · 3 months

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Hello 👋

https://www.tumblr.com/seeingteacupsindragons/740964726808395776/williams-ridiculous-plan-went-badly-because-he?source=share

Could you please elaborate on this ? ( it's been wayy too long since I read MTP ik )

Honestly, I should have known making a joke with that meme was going to result in people asking me to actually write it.

So the joke is as follows:

William James Moriarty's ridiculous plan went badly because he cast all of his characters via nepotism. In this essay, I will—

Which was based on a thought here that mostly concluded in "William's such a neurodivergent babygirl freak I love him."

Let's start with some facts that I think are not really controversial:

William's plan is deeply important to him. It's his life's work, and the one thing he has poured his heart and soul into above all else (even his math, which contains just about the rest of it)

William cares deeply and personally for everyone involved in the plan

A thing to note here is that while William's plan, and everyone involved in the plan, are deeply important to him, the chicken-egg situation for each character varies.

Obviously Louis was important to and cared for by him in a way that predates the plan: Louis is his younger brother, but only by a year or so, so even brilliant William wouldn't remember life without Louis and being attached at the hip to him. And the same can be said for Louis

Meanwhile, his other brother Albert, became important to him because of the plan, and the same can be said for Albert > William. Albert is very explicit about the fact that he was drawn to William like an Evil Jesus after seeing him Preach his Plan.

Moran — seems to care for William first and the plan because he cares for William, judging by the tiny hints we get at their meeting, but could be either.

Fred — seems to care for the plan first and William after, judging by how little he knew of William in Baskervilles despite being part of The Plan by then.

Patterson — not sure he'd have even met William without The Plan

Bond — plan first, William second. Probably?

Jack — certainly he knew the boys for other reasons, but their emotional bond seems to establish around the training. Could be either.

Sherlock — distinctly caring about each other first before either of them thinks about the plan, despite the plan existing at the time

Etc.

So now to correlate this to their actions regarding The Plan vs. William's own well-being in The Final Problem.

Moran, despite caring far more for William than the Plan, chooses the Plan, because William chose the Plan, and he is choosing to respect William's choice. Moran's an oddball, and we can't say for sure why William chose this random sad boy veteran to involve in the plan, but we'll come back to Moran anyway. Albert, who came to William via the Plan, intends to leave via the Plan.

But, Louis and Sherlock, who both came into the Plan because of William's attachment to them, and Fred, who came to William because of the plan, all choose William and damn the plan to hell.

That said: Bond and Moran are both, how shall we say....enabling, of Louis and Fred's "treachery." They knew what they were planning, and signed off on it if they could get a win for both. But if all of them switched sides, well, only William would have one. They needed to try to tackle both battles for the Plan and William together.

And as such, William, choosing people for his plan because he cared for them, ended with his plan in shambles...because they cared for him, too, and the key orchestrators of it—Louis and Sherlock—are the two characters who he definitively involved after emotional attachment came first. Some of them cared for him and his plan equally—but those people respected his choice and made sure his plan actually worked out in the end.

And that's why nepotism is bad, kids!

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot

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