#HC ⤷ SHERLOCK HOLMES.

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Part three for THE SIGN OF THE FOUR, some bits I thought were funny, drawn as I write two more big narrative comics in this chapter!

(Part one) (part two)

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series!)

[22ndnervousbreakdown]

So, the Sherlock Holmes fandom (well, the johnlock side of it mostly, but, like, we're on tumblr) has multiple ways of coping with Watson having a wife (or wives) in the stories, and I got curious which ones are more popular.

If you go with the version of there having been multiple wives, and you have different headcanons for different ones, vote for the option you have for Mary (you're obviously welcome to elaborate on others in the notes though!)

Also I tried to make the options vague enough to fit different interpretations of H/W (romantic relationship, qpr, one-sided feelings from any side, etc), but obviously it's hard to include everything, especially in the character limit for poll options, so keep in mind that the main focus of the poll is Watson's relationship with his wife, not with Holmes, and vote how you see fit. You can interpret love/feelings as broadly as you want. And again, you're welcome to elaborate!

Reblog for sample size yadda yadda

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[aromantichc]

Aromantic Character of the Day (5/8/24) is....

Sherlock Holmes (Any/all adaptations) !

@audyssey55 headcanons him as aroace!

[ultopias]

scar

[sherlock-and-co-incorrect-quotes]

Sherlock: *glaring*

John: Whoa, what's got you so angry?

Sherlock: I am not angry, Watson. Archie has stolen my glasses, and I can't see

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

if I were Susato, my personal breaking point would have been getting back to Japan after being told my father was deathly ill and rushing to his bedside and then finding out he was never even sick. And that's not even the most brazen lie she gets told

That is so valid!!!!!! Personally, I think my relief at learning he wasn't dying (plus the fact that I could actually return to Britain and not be holed up in my home for the rest of my life) would have outweighed my anger, but 100% I would have lost it if

[ SUPER-MASSIVE DGS SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT ]

I LEARNT MY FATHER HAD BEEN LYING TO ME MY WHOLE LIFE????? Because that's the thing about Susato's story, right, it's not just the gravity of the lie (even though hey! what the fuck); it's the fact that every single man she's been close to growing up has been lying to her her entire life.

Her martial arts instructor turns out to be an enemy of the state; her father neglects to tell her... anything about what happened to him in Britain; and Kazuma, after inspiring her to dedicate her life to assisting him in court, doesn't even deem her worthy of the truth behind his goals. And it doesn't end there!

Sherlock Holmes -- her idol, the man she's been living with the entire time she's been in England, the man whom she cradled in her arms after he was shot and possibly whose life she saved by stemming his blood, the only person she trusted with the truth of her own actions before leaving -- straight up lies to her face about Kazuma's death. And he can't even find it in him to look at her as Ryuunosuke -- because she is denied even this -- forces him to explain himself. I. I don't know how she took it.

It's just. So much. And, I'm sorry, but if I found out that my father who ran away from my birth due to the grief of losing his wife (never mind that I, too, lost my mother and needed him) had the gall to help birth another baby and name her after my mother, I would have fucking lost it. I would have had a panic attack and then locked both him and his investigative partner who'd helped him propagate his lies in their once-shared flat and set the whole place on fire. I wouldn't have given a shit about what they had to say.

It's such a testament to her character and compassion that she looked at all that and decided to forgive. That she could see beyond herself to this other girl, who was lied to and hurt almost as much as she was, and say 'no more'. That she could look at Iris, the root and mirror of all her grief, and decide to love her. Not for her father, not for Iris's father, not even for herself, really, but for Iris. For Iris, she chooses to be kind.

She's just so, so kind and so, so amazing and so, so wonderful and everything happens to her!!!!!!!!!

[wikitpowers]

ty is rewatching bbc sherlock with kit as we speak mark my words

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 30

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 29 🟣 Part 31

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August, Sherlock, Charles, Melot and Napoleon

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: ongoing vampire shenanigans

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: Some lore, some tension... We're lowkey bullying Charles, which is kinda nice I guess.

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@sarcasmoverlordxo @mysweetlittledesire

“Sherlock?” You opened the door to his room quietly.

“He’s in the bathroom,” Mike said with a smile before waving goodbye and disappearing again. You still struggled to sense Sherlock, so you’d needed an escort to the room, which you hated.

“In here,” you heard as you walked a few steps into the room, closing the door behind you. “Feel free to come in.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Without hesitation — fine, with little hesitation — you opened the door to the bathroom.

As you looked around, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Sherlock looked up from his book and cocked an eyebrow.

“Very… green?” you said hesitantly.

“I must admit that Priya got her hands on the remodeling plans.” Sherlock smiled. “She did a rather wonderful job, don’t you think?”

“It’s cozy,” you said as you took a hesitant step towards the corner, where Sherlock was reading in what seemed to be an uncharacteristically bubbly bathtub. Wait… He was no longer reading. The book he’d been holding when you came in was now on a side table by the tub. When did that… never mind.

“Would you care to join me?”

You carefully walked towards the bathtub, shedding your clothes as you went along. Sherlock kept his eyes on you the whole time — it felt strange. When you finally managed to bring your attention back to anything other than his staring, you noticed the sound of running water.

“It’s gone a bit cold,” he explained kindly. “I personally don’t care much, but I guessed you wouldn’t appreciate it.”

He offered you a hand as you stepped into the water, which was still a little cold for your taste. You shivered, causing Sherlock to chuckle. “Do our taps even manage the sort of temperature you deem comfortable?”

“Funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’m so very sorry I don’t enjoy freezing to death.”

“That’s rather dramatic, darling, don’t you think?” He pulled you into his arms, guiding you to sit in his lap.

“Every day I spend here is full of new surprises,” you answered, thinking back to the conversation you’d had with Leon an hour or so prior to this moment. “I’m allowed to be a little dramatic.”

Sherlock pressed his lips to your temple. “Are you settling in at all?” he asked softly.

Were you? So far, you had been given a room you couldn’t bring yourself to look at, been informed you had some kind of talent for mind reading, were being ignored by a vampire you’d barely even spoken to — let alone had wronged in some way, as far as you were aware, learned to locate people — vampires, whatever. Did vampires count as people? — who weren’t near you, spent an evening getting mauled and double-teamed by two of your vampire lovers, been propositioned by an incubus you barely knew — and you hadn’t even rejected the proposal, and you had been more or less verbally attacked by a fourteen-hundred-year-old nineteen-year-old, without having a single clue as to why.

“It’s been… a whole ass week.” That was really all there was to say about it. Sherlock looked at you, seemingly not quite understanding your turn of phrase. “I mean it’s been a lot, and I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s happened.”

“That’s completely understandable,” Sherlock said as he gently stroked the side of your face. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Honestly, him holding you like this was already helping, but if you trusted anyone in this house to have any good advice for you, it was Sherlock. So why not ask him? “Charles…”

He didn’t let you finish. “I’m aware of the hypocrisy of the statement, darling, but this is something you’ll want to discuss with him. I’ll tell you that August isn’t the reason he keeps his distance from you, if that brings you any comfort.”

It did. You had indeed been worried that this had something to do with the strained relationship between August and Charles, and it was good to know you weren’t somehow in the middle of that.

“Pardon my curiosity, darling,” Sherlock said suddenly, “but what did you answer to Napoleon’s proposition?”

“That I want to play it by ear a little, unless it’s the standard… more public stuff,” you answered. “Wait, does that mean he would feed when I kiss you, too?”

“It is my understanding that reciprocation is a key element in his kind’s feeding habits,” Sherlock recalled. “You should ask him about it. Regardless, he knows about my unwillingness as well as my inability to provide him with sustenance. I trust he wouldn’t cross that line, even if the opportunity presented itself.”

Hearing Sherlock say that he trusted Leon took away some of your worry — which was extremely helpful, considering all the other things you still had on your plate — so you continued to the next issue on the list.

“And what’s wrong with the Melot-shaped fourteen-hundred years’ worth of teen angst?”

Sherlock chuckled. “Ah. Melot wants to ask you a very simple question requiring a very complicated introduction.”

That was just about the world’s worst explanation of anything, ever. What the hell was he afraid of?

Sherlock shrugged when you asked him. “That you’ll see him the way the rest of the world does. He suffers from a rather rare and… limiting condition. There’s a reason he’s always lived here, with Charles, and you have the potential to offer him an escape. He suddenly sees a future for himself he never dared to dream of, but since everything revolves around… well, you, he doesn’t want to ask and run the risk of shattering those dreams.”

“Doesn’t he know what I’m going to answer, though?”

“It’s not that simple, darling,” Sherlock says. “His gift is particularly finicky. It depends on his relationship with the people involved in a situation, not to mention the freedom of choice — and that includes his own. Melot doesn’t think too highly of himself to begin with, but right now, his world has been turned upside down in so many ways… Not to mention he’s been starving for days. At best, he sees nothing at all. At worst, he sees every possible scenario. Including the ones he’s so afraid of.”

As far as you were concerned, this problem was too easily solved to let it simmer any longer. You tried to sit up, but Sherlock had his arms locked around you. “Let go of me,” you snapped unintentionally harshly. “I need to talk to him.”

Sherlock let go of you rather reluctantly. “No time like the present, I agree. Priya is taking a break…” He knew something you didn’t.

“What?”

“Walking in now would absolutely ensure that you get your explanation…” What the hell was that supposed to mean? You weren’t given much time to think about it, because Sherlock had already carried you out of the bathtub and wrapped you in a towel. It was big and soft, and under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have wanted to unwrap yourself from it ever again, but this had to be done. And it had to be done now.

With Sherlock’s help, you got dried and dressed quickly, and before you knew it, you were on your way to a part of the house you were fairly sure you hadn’t seen before.

Sherlock stopped in front of a beautiful French door. “I’m going to guess… Charles?”

“Of course,” Sherlock said, watching you as you admired the stained glass in the doors. “Ladies first.”

Because you hadn’t completely lost your dramatic inclinations yet, you opened both doors without knocking, and barged into the room — only to come to a halt three steps in, when your gaze fell on Charles and Melot.

Charles was lying on a blue velvet chaise longue, reading a book, while Melot was sitting in front of it, with Charles’ wrist in his mouth. He looked at you with wide eyes — Charles didn’t even look up from his book.

“I can’t believe you, of all people” — so vampires did qualify as people, then? — “would encourage this kind of rudeness, Sherlock,” he said indifferently as he skillfully turned a page of his book with just one hand. “Being the head of this household, miss, does not give one a free pass to storm into others’ private quarters, least of all mine.” He still didn’t look up from his book. “Perhaps” — he finally lifted his eyes off the page in front of him and trained his gaze on yours — “I would feel differently if I, too, could stick my cock in you whenever I pleased, but since that privilege does not befall me, and I suffer no such aspiration, either…”

“Allow me to ask you this as a friend, Charles,” Sherlock interrupted before you could think of a single word to say, “but I believe this hostility is neither proper nor warranted, and I would very much like you to restrain yourself immediately.”

By now, Melot had let go of Charles’ arm, but he remained balled up on the ground, his arms around his legs, pulling them into his chest, and his eyes fixed on his knees. Then, he was gone.

“Mel—” He was nowhere to be seen, of course.

“Tell me, Sherlock,” Charles said, sitting up on the edge of the chaise, “what was your plan? To prevent him from feeding? Because if so, bravo! Your efforts were incredibly successful!”

“I need to talk to him,” you whispered. You were having a hard time processing the scene you’d just disrupted. Not the disruption itself, no. That was completely understandable in every respect. But…

“You’re in luck. He’d only been feeding for seconds when you walked in, so he’s weak. And he’s not Mike, so he’s smart enough to realize he can’t leave the house like this,” Charles sneered. “I suggest you both go after him. Sherlock can fill in the gaps in the conversation, if necessary.”

Sherlock took you by the hand and the two of you hurried out of the room before Charles could say anything else.

“That did not go according to plan,” you sighed as you rushed down another, then another and then yet another hallway you didn’t recognize.

“It didn’t?” Sherlock noted plainly. You raised your eyebrows at him. “We get to speak to Melot in private, and you got to bother Charles. I consider that a win.”

You came to a halt in front of a plain wooden door — the same one as pretty much all the others in the house, but after Charles’ suite, it seemed extra simplistic. This time, Sherlock knocked.

“Go away.” You barely heard it.

“Not happening.” You tried the door, but it was locked. With a frown so deep that it physically hurt you, you turned to Sherlock. “Is that lock going to stop us?”

“I’m afraid so,” he replied calmly. “Things are… sturdier here than back at the apartment. Besides, he does have a right to privacy, so even if I were able to break down this door, I would not.”

“Melot, open the door,” you pleaded. “Please.”

A soft click, then nothing. When you tried the door again, it opened, but Melot was nowhere to be seen at first. Then, you caught a hint of those unruly black curls, behind the big canopy bed that took up less of the room than you felt it should have.

“Don’t come near me,” Melot warned as you walked around the bed. He was sitting on the ground, knees pulled against his chest and his head resting on them again.

You ignored him, closing the remaining space between the two of you with a few big steps until you sank to your knees beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He didn’t move a muscle. “Why is there a sad little ball of vampire on the floor?”

Melot scoffed, but he leaned his head to the side so you could rest your forehead against the back of his head. Sherlock was sitting by his other side now, his eyes dark and suspicious. As if he was waiting for something.

“Don’t let me,” Melot whispered to Sherlock. “You have to promise you’ll stop me if I lose it.”

“Melot, look at me,” Sherlock said, his voice strained as he fixed his gaze on Melot’s. “You won’t lose it.”

A sense of calm washed over Melot as soon as Sherlock finished the sentence, and he lifted his head, breathing in deeply. “I guess we might as well talk, then.”

“Don’t you want to feed first?” you asked without thinking too much about it. The offer had become second nature — maybe technically first nature — to you. “I know you haven’t asked, but I’m happy to offer. Why haven’t you asked? I mean… We both know I’d sooner punch Charles in the dick than let him feed on me, but you?”

“I know there’s at least one question you can’t wait to ask me, and we should absolutely get that out of the way before you make any kind of offer,” Melot said, a weak smile on his lips. “So, ask me.”

It wasn’t hard to figure out which question he meant, because only one leaped to the front of your mind immediately. “Why were you feeding on Charles, and not on Priya? That’s why she’s here, right?”

“It is why she’s here,” Melot answered quietly. “I’m…” His voice trailed off, and he looked at Sherlock helplessly.

“Just tell her, Melot,” Sherlock encouraged him.

“Contrary to you lot, I don’t bite,” you joked.

“Yet,” Melot blurted out. “Sorry.” One conversation at a time was plenty, as far as you were concerned. And you still weren’t ready to actually talk about… that. “I’m… eh… I’m not allowed to feed on humans. Why, you ask? Well…”

“Can you have this entire conversation by yourself?” you asked, laughing at the guilty look that appeared on Melot’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I know better. I’m just tired and hungry…”

“Just show her, Melot. The sooner you get it out of the way, the better.” Sherlock put a hand on Melot’s back, which seemed to calm him down a bit.

“She’ll run,” he whispered.

“She won’t.”

He turned back to you with an apologetic smile that showed his fangs, and then he opened his mouth further.

“Whoa,” you blurted out in surprise when you saw not just the fangs you were used to, but… “Why do you have four?” Without thinking, you leaned in to take a closer look at the second set of fangs in his lower jaw, and before you knew it, Melot stared up at you in bewilderment when you stuck your fingers in his mouth.

“I told you she wouldn’t run,” Sherlock said with a smile. “Darling, can we get to the explanation first? You can continue your inspection later, if Melot is okay with that.”

You pulled your hands back and nodded, sitting back on your heels again as you waited for someone else to say something to make sense of all of this.

“I have them… because I’m old, I guess?” Melot said carefully. “Every predator needs a toolkit, and those fangs are part of mine.” He shrugged.

“And because you have those, you aren’t allowed to feed on humans?” you guessed.

“It’s not so much having them,” Melot explained. “Sherlock and Charles have them, too. But—”

“You do?” You looked at Sherlock, utterly shocked, and you involuntarily dropped your eyes to his mouth. He smiled, and you focused on his lower jaw, where… Yep… He had them too! “How? What? You…”

“Melot is what we refer to in our branch of biology as an ancient vampire — Mike and Marshall would be considered modern vampires, while me and Charles are medieval vampires. August and Napoleon are both hybrid species, and the thought of having to classify either of them specifically gives me a headache, so…” Sherlock stopped speaking when Melot cleared his throat. “My apologies. Charles and I have control over those teeth. Furthermore, they don’t… work, so to speak. It is our understanding, generally, that by the start of the eighth century, virtually no ancient vampires were… let’s say ‘born’, to keep things simple.”

“I really got the short end of the stick,” Melot muttered. “Not that they didn’t come in handy all the way in the beginning…”

“Yeah, what do they do?” you wondered out loud.

“They, eh… They inject a pretty powerful paralytic,” Melot said, fixing his gaze on his knees again. “Which gave us the option to avoid killing… prey, by incapacitating them for days, until it was safe to feed again. I—”

“You don’t have to talk about that,” you said as you turned Melot’s head back to yours and looked in his eyes. He looked so guilty…

“The summary of the situation is that we can’t very well put a part of our feeders in hospital for days at a time,” Sherlock explained. “And, well… I’d say we haven’t been able to synthesize an antidote, but the sad reality is that efforts in that area have been extremely limited. I have tried, but so few ancient vampires remain nowadays — that we know of, at least — that chances of getting a project like that approved, let alone funded, is an absolute nightmare.”

“But… you can feed on my kind?” you asked carefully.

“The paralytic doesn’t work on you,” Melot said softly. “So, yes.”

You’d never felt more like designated vampire food than in that moment. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every bit of it.

All three of you looked up when someone knocked on the door. It was Charles, who barely waited for anyone to speak up before walking in. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but Priya doesn’t have all day. Are you in, or out?”

“Out,” you said before Melot could answer.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, and you answered with a stern nod. Melot’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was adorable — not unlike Mike, if you had to be honest. He looked at Sherlock, then at you, and he went back and forth between the two of you for a few seconds. “So, how… I’m a little rusty on human feeding protocols, sorry.”

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him. “I’m sure we can figure something out,” you said calmly, hoping Sherlock would pick up on your hint to… get lost, effectively.

Luckily, he did, which left you and Melot alone in the room.

“There’s no need to be scared,” you said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“It feels so much more intimate than what I’m used to,” he admitted.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “I kinda hope so,” you said with a smile. “At the very least, it has the potential to be more intimate.” You got up and reached out a hand. “Come on.”

The two of you sat on the edge of the bed together. Melot was still trying very hard to avoid looking at you.

“What do you want to do?” you asked after a while.

“That’s not a great question to ask a person who is currently fighting every predatory instinct in his arsenal,” he said, smiling widely at you. “You smell so good…”

“Mike mentioned something about following the teeth,” you remembered. “Is that really a thing?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “And right now they’re pretty much screaming at me to — literally — go straight for the jugular.”

“So, do it.”

“What?” He finally looked you straight in the eye, his eyes wide with shock. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his teeth, though, as you wondered what it would feel like if he sank them into your neck.

“Those instincts exist for a reason, right?” you asked. “And it’s not like you’re going to kill me — at least I hope the teeth know that wouldn’t be a smart thing to do…”

Of course you completely missed the moment he moved, only registering that you had moved — or been moved — when your back hit the mattress and Melot was on top of you, straddling your hips. His bite was more painful than those of the others — not surprising, given the fact that you were dealing with twice the usual number of teeth — but the pain faded fast to make room for the familiar sense of complete and utter bliss.

Melot was rough with you at first, for about thirty seconds, and then everything about him relaxed. Before you knew it, he pulled back and looked at you. “Do you want me to hurry?”

“Honestly? I want you to never have to hurry again,” you whispered softly.

He pulled you along to the top of the mattress, where you fell into the comfortable pile of pillows. Why did he have so many pillows?

“Don’t say a word, I like pillows,” he said when he saw the way you looked around.

“Who doesn’t?” Mike was suddenly right next to you, lounging on the bed. “August needs a headcount for dinner.” You both said you’d join, and Mike disappeared again — but not without a wink and a very suggestive ‘have fun’.

“He’s such a jerk,” Melot groaned with a wide grin on his face.

You shrugged. “Mostly just an idiot. I can’t believe I’m asking this — no, actually I totally can… Can you please get over here and bite me?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, and the second bite felt even better than the first one had. This time, Melot really took his time, taking a long drink while he moaned softly against your skin.

“You taste so good,” he muttered. There was a sadness to his voice, and when he pulled away further to look at you, there were tears in his eyes. “Forgive me.” He smiled through his tears. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to keep the amount of holes in my neck to a minimum,” you said, chuckling softly.

Melot’s smile turned into a grin as he took your hand and guided it to your neck. Where you should have been able to feel at least four, and at most eight wounds, you felt… none.

“How?”

“Allow me,” he said, lifting your wrist to his mouth and looking at you, silently awaiting permission.

One nod later, he sank his teeth into your arm, pulling away immediately after. Then, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, covering the wounds, and when Melot took his hand away…

“This explains nothing,” you said, breathlessly examining your arm.

“Seducing her with a party trick… not cool, man.” Mike had returned, and he was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you and Melot. “Although she really doesn’t need much seducing, do you, Sweetcheeks?”

Fucking Mike…

“Did you come here to get us for dinner?” Melot snarled. “Because if not, I suggest you leave.”

“I came here to watch you enjoy your first human meal in centuries,” Mike said with a grin. “This attempt to impress her with your hidden talents is a nice bonus, though. Kind of desperate and unnecessary, but cute.”

In a split second, he was up against the wall, Melot keeping him there as he snarled at him ferociously.

“Ooh, I forgot about the insane protective instinct in the beginning.” Mike was still grinning. “Get a handle on yourself, Melmel, I'm not going to touch her.”

Melot’s grip seemed to relax a bit, but not enough to let Mike go.

“It’s okay, Melot,” you said as gently as you could manage despite your annoyance at Mike’s predictable yet unexpected idiocy. “Come back here and tell me how the hell you fixed those bites.”

Mel came back, but he didn’t speak — not to you, at least. “Mike just get in here with us,” he sighed. He waited until Mike was curled around you from behind to continue.  “I’m a healer. It’s a rarer gift, especially today, I—”

“Ancient vampires are, like, super overpowered—” You kicked Mike in the shins.

Melot chuckled. “He’s not wrong,” he said, shrugging. “And I’d be lying if I said it never came in handy. I probably could have trained it to be ten times stronger than it is today, but during most of the middle ages it was risky enough to heal a cut, let alone more… I’ve had more exorcisms performed on me than I care to remember” — he chuckled — “I'm sure Sherlock can say the same.”

“It’s way cooler than my gift though,” Mike said, sulking away behind you.

“You don’t even have your second gift yet,” Melot replied. “You’re just a baby.”

A flash of Mike zoomed over your body and before you knew it, he had Melot pinned to the mattress with his hands over his head. “Don’t call me that,” he said, a wide grin slowly spreading across his face. You watched the strange scene with wide eyes. There was something about the way their noses almost touched. Melot’s lower lip trembled slightly — Mike would no doubt pick up on that effortlessly.

Mike’s lips moved, but no sound came out. Judging from the way Melot’s eyes went wide, though, he definitely said something. But what?

“Mike, get lost!”

He was by the door in an instant. “Mel, whatever you do… Don’t run. It’s not worth it.”

[ellethespaceunicorn]

*WIP THURSDAY*

I was tagged by the lovely @slippinninque and I'm happy to share some sneak peeks into my WIPs 📖

I have three recent WIPs (besides my series I am still working on), and I'm excited to list them here:

1. The Siren of Baker Street - Henry Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Black!OFC (Explicit - smut) - Sherlock is enamored with a new client.

"Before she knew it, Pearl is kneeling next to Sherlock’s armchair. Her shivering hands reaching out to warm herself by the fire. Sherlock watches quietly as the fire illuminates her face in an ethereal glow. In contrast to the warmth of the fire, Sherlock is frozen in his spot as he contemplates his next move."

2. Untitled* - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/violence) - Lloyd deals with a toxic alpha male that is bothering you.

"He was always a fan of this outfit because it hugged all of your curves. The halter top accented your full breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage. The high-waisted fitted skirt showed off your wide hips and thick thighs and stopped just under your knee. A pair of stilettos, with a little buckle that Lloyd bends down to secure, completes the ensemble."

*This story is actually based on an ask i received (nonny, I love your ideas btw).

3. Don't Kill My Vibe - Henry Cavill!Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/weed use) - You finally agree to help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

"You were already elevated, having taken a couple puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “oh wow” every so often. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick and Clark wasn’t stupid."

I'm switching back and forth between writing all of these at the same time. Yes, that's crazy, but so is writing for free and praying for the dopamine that creative feedback gives us.

I'm open to any questions about these sneak peeks as well, I welcome it, honestly.

no pressure tags: @raccoon-eyed-rebel @blackwood4stucky @ronearoundblindly @navybrat817 @targaryenvampireslayer

@winter2112rose @hansensgirl @vellicore

[the-daily-male]

SIDE 6A

ImpulseSV

Dr. John Watson

[dontasktherain]

Im all for adorable headcanons on how parentlock raises Rosie. How shes well educated, kind and loved, but imagine...

Sherlock is a sociopath and John was in the army. Who has a soldier father knows how shitty it is. Rosie has a hard time talking with them, because Sherlock already knows everything and more. They're always on the go, working on important cases, so she gets tossed around mrs Hudson and Molly until she can just stay home alone. She has seen everything. Guts, acids, blood and bones. Random suicides, murders and crimes are mentioned in normal conversations. No one in this house has a healthy relationship with alcohol, smoking or even drugs. She always has to watch out bcs now she's Sherlocks weakpoint and he has a shit ton of enemies. Yeah, there is a chance Sherlock and John at least try to get their shit together for her, but what if they don't ?

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

🌸Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🌸

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🌸Bless my muse...🌸

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see actor masterlists to know who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

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Masterlist is under the Cut... ...now sorted by actor!!

Sweet Treats Event 2024 Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Chris Evans Masterlist

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

An Angel Without Wings - Explicit - Frank Castle x Unnamed!Black!OFC - When she needs him to take control, he’s there for her.

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[angieblogging]

what’s up with autistic men being aro/ace?

[necromaxic]

[sherlock-and-co-incorrect-quotes]

John, trying on Sherlock's glasses: How do I look?

Sherlock, squinting: I have no clue