#SHERLY BELOVED !!!!!

[courtesanofdeath]

Mysteries are there to be solved! It'd spoil all the fun if someone were to give me the answer, you fool!

happy birthday sherlock ~

[doublejade-enthusiast]

NEEEED YOUR HCS ON BEAST SOUHEKI IMMEDIATELY THEY MAKE ME SO MISERABLE /pos (Sorry I've been trying to write a fic of them for Ages and now they're taking over my brain I hope you don't mind </3)

AAAA IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE SWEET ANON!!

(these hcs are sorta ooc since I also had a whole AU in mind)

How they met: Yknow how Beast! Dazai has knowledge of the OG universe? Yeah, so does Beast! Ranpo because why wouldn't he, he knows everything after all!! So, no one knows who the PM boss is but the ADA wants to send someone in for a meeting to gather information, and who better to send than their genius?

B! Dazai is a real flirty guy, just like his OG self, but obviously our beloved detective falls for none of that:

B! Dazai: oh what an adorable guy they sent! B! Ranpo: *ignores him.* B! Dazai: got a name pretty boy? B! Ranpo: Ranpo Edogawa. B! Dazai: I'll call ya Sherly, since you're like Sherlock Holmes!! B! Ranpo: (omg why did I agree to this...)

Eventually, B! Ranpo reveals he knows about the OG universe and his tampering with the Book to the let Oda live, instead of being angry that his plan was ruined he... was relieved? Of course B! Ranpo knew why, he was glad he didn't have to shoulder this burden alone: more flirting continued and, the detective bit back out of annoyance and pure interest: not only did this make the PM boss a flustered mess, but he also pleaded for him to visit as often as he could.

Curiousity got the best of the detective and, he went.

Lots of "B! Ranpo just reading while B! Dazai glances over his shoulder" kinda thing.

B! Ranpo is really physically affectionate while B! Dazai is very deprived of it, once the detective saw his reaction, hugs and ruffling hair became a regular.

Feelings began to stir up but no one admitted anything.

Until B! Dazai asked him out, while drinking tea.

Normal date?? NOPE! They set fire to a rich guy's mansion and ran on the rooftops like robin hood.

Rumor has it they kissed!

The rest is up to you dear:)

(I AM SORRY FOR THE ASK GLITCH I EDITED THIS)

[peachyfyodor]

Liam arrived today!! Sherly is finally reunited with his beloved 😭💕

[dgttwisted]

🐲 what relationship does your oc have with Malleus?

ask meme here

sense you didn't state which OC i shall answer for all of them!

Lilith! - if my recent commission didn't fill you in Malleus an Lilith are best buds! now that she considers him her freind Lilith invites Malleus everywhere she is invited to becuse in her own words

"It's much more fun if Hornton is here!"

Matilda! - They are family so she loves Malleus very dearly, Matilda was actually born before Mal but despite that she has always called Malleus her older brother for those who ask about them.

Sherly! - when he was a kid he didn't know he was a big deal he just knew him as 'Matilda's chill brother' didn't think much of it past that it wasn't till he was older when he heard the stories of how strong he was did he get a sense of what everyone else was talking about. But that hasn't changed him from talking as casual as he usually does when he speaks to Mal after all regardless of what everyone else says he will always be 'Matilda's chill brother'

Christy! - fear she fears Malleus she used to feel the same way about Matilda but those feelings have changed. though Matilda tells her she doesn't need to worry sense they are friends Christy has her guard up whenever Malleus is there.

Zuza! - he sees Malleus as another one of his beloved students though Malleus doesn't take any of Zuza's classes that doesn't change Zuza's feelings on the matter!

[knives-and-narcissi]

EVER OURS

Chapter 1: Second Chance

✨ Fandom - Yuukoku No Moriarty / Moriarty The Patriot

✨ Pairing - William Moriarty/ Sherlock Holmes

✨ Rating - Mature

Summary

It's been two years since the incident on Thames bridge. William is very much alive, and still learning to navigate a new sort of existence with his flatmate, partner and best friend in New York City. When a new case with The Pinkerton Detective Agency takes an unexpected turn, William's metal is put to the test. Freshly haunted by the demons of his past and still grappling with an answer to the question of his own atonement, he's forced to consider what it really means to take a life, and in doing so, he and Sherlock must finally confront the depths of their feelings for one another.

'My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all -   Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.   Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.' -- Beethoven

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Extract under the cut ~

He found it the day Sherlock returned to work on his most recent case with Pinkerton. Three days after William had first awoken in a different bed; four after he had awoken at all, with a new lopsidedness to his sight and aches and pains which hadn’t been there before.

He’d spent much of the day simply existing; drifting like a spectre from room to room in the tiny space he had somehow, in some miraculous, wonderful, blessed and yet unbelievably cruel twist of fate, come to call home with the man who’d saved his life and also stopped his heart a million times over.

It was impossible for his mind to settle, and yet exhaustion soaked into his very bones, making him sluggish. The cool air was a decent enough motivator to keep moving through it. There was a chill to his skin that he suspected came from months of inactivity; a deathly cold which, although kept at bay, hadn’t quite been completely vanquished just yet. At one time, he’d welcomed the pleasant caress of a breeze to both tame and inspire the raging heat within him. But now, it felt as though such fire had dwindled to dying embers; a presence that might be snuffed out with a mere cool breath of air. The thing was, William wasn’t entirely sure that might be such a bad thing.

He tore and twisted the crisp pages of newspapers he found on the kitchen table, counting the scrunched balls before tossing them into the fireplace. Then he stacked the kindling and logs, setting it all ablaze with the flick of a match. The dance and sway of the flames as the fuel caught was mesmerising, but something in the hollow of his gut made him tear his gaze away before he found himself sucked into the welcome, burning hues.

Still, the colours stuck to the back of his eyelids, like smeared paint on a canvas, each time he blinked.

There was a writing bureau tucked into one of the little nooks in the main room. After spending exactly twenty-three minutes — he counted each and every second — gazing wistfully from one of the windows down towards the bustling street below, William had found he needed to find more work for his idle hands. Considerately tidying Sherly’s array of paperwork seemed like a decent enough distraction.

He stood at the battered old piece of furniture in his slacks and shirt, sleeves hanging neatly buttoned around thin wrists as he worked. He was mindful not to read any of the papers, aware there may be details for Sherlock’s work that should be kept confidential, or correspondence which his flatmate might not wish to share. But there was one page, which floated to the top amongst the rest, that made William pause.

The texture was different, as though it had been dipped into water and then dried beside a warm hearth. There was a crest at the head of the page which was immediately recognisable. The sight made William’s world lurch.

Moriarty.

Fingertips traced the faded stains on the paper; a mottled pattern of black and grey, a sky of storm clouds which might just once have been words.

His own words.

He felt the movement behind him before he heard or saw anything; hairs raising along the back of his neck beneath a seeking gaze he thought he might be able to identify even while unconscious, at this point. Forever seeking him out, and always finding him. The hinges of the front door creaked, and William marvelled at the fact that he’d not heard the thing open in the first place.

Neither of them spoke as Sherlock stood somewhere just inside the doorway. William knew he could see what was resting beneath his hand, though. He could sense it in the thick silence that stretched between them — like a physical touch, or perhaps even lack thereof; the very absence of the thing worth a thousand spoken words.

His thumb twitched against the crisp creases, the memory of the pen in his hand still so vivid even through the otherwise dense fog of his mind. It was almost as though he might just be in another place entirely; for divulging the contents of his heart — so paradoxically strong and young in physicality and yet worn and weary in feeling — in what should have been his final farewell, was a memory embossed into the very fabric of his soul.

“Ahh, should’ve thrown it away by now, really.”

That familiar, rich baritone was enough to ground him in the present moment. To remind him that he, William, was no longer alone in that study back in England, penning the words that now appeared lost to the Thames.

“ … now that the words are gone, I mean.” Sherlock cleared his throat. And then, in a gentler tone: “I’ve been trying to remember them all. Probably spent far too long staring at the bloody thing.”

William took a steadying breath, brows knitted as he gazed down at the page. “It’s unlike you, to forget the specific details.”

“I know.” Sherlock sounded pained when he answered. Like it was a bone of contention for him. Like he’d lost at a game he was always so used to winning. “Was such a blur, when it all happened. As soon as I finished reading it, I had to get to you.”

William ran a finger down the page edge. “I’m so grateful for that,” he whispered.

Sherlock didn’t reply immediately. William heard the floorboards creak underfoot as he approached. “Sounds silly, but I … I wanted to keep it. Even if the words are gone now, and I can’t remember the exact —“

“To my dear Sherlock Holmes,” William began before he could think better of it. His voice was soft around the syllables of the name; spoken with the care of someone sharing a long coveted secret. He could see the words taking shape again as he stared at the page, as though an invisible pen in his mind’s eye was forming each neat letter.

Sherlock remained silent.

“Firstly, I wish to thank you for reading this letter. Although according to my profile of you, there was no chance you wouldn’t, so I wasn’t worried.”

The words came easily, rising from the depth of his chest. As easy as breathing. To William’s surprise, forcing them out aloud wasn’t the battle it once might have been. Now merely a foot or two behind him, he felt Sherlock shift; heard the sharp intake of breath.

He drew in a breath of his own, anchoring himself to the spot before the worn-out little writing bureau.

“Please …” Sherlock urged with a gentle desperation. “Keep going.”

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hey! Hope all is well! Can I also request Moriarty the Patriot with Ler!Sherlock and Lee!John? Prompt: 🧡Love bug: “What’s so funny?”

Can't wait to see what you have in store!

Watson beloved! And our dear Sherly! I've been losing my marbles since getting this prompt AHH! I've gotcha covered, friend!

Love Bug: "What's so funny?"

“You lazy good for nothing-” 

“Come now, Miss Hudson- you know that’s not true-”

“One more word out of you Sherlock and I’m evicting you!”

“What? You’ll miss me though-”

Watson jumped as he heard the front door slam, turning to find a sheepish Sherlock standing by. Beyond the curtains, he could see a rather livid Miss Hudson making her way to who knows where.

“Got her rather livid this morning, eh Sherlock?” Watson eyed the detective, watching him sigh and fall back into the couch. “What did you do this time?”

“Why do you assume I did anything-” The brunette began, falling quiet as he realized the other was right. “Oh, I was just saying to her how a beautiful woman such as herself could benefit from smiling more; don’t want to develop frown wrinkles, you know? Then she threw a shoe at me! A shoe! One with those long heels too- I nearly lost my life!” Sherlock sighed dramatically, running a hand over his face. “One thing led to another and now she’s out to cool off. I suppose I probably shouldn’t have brought up wrinkles- hey.” He sat up with a sharp look, glaring at the doctor. “What’s so funny?”

“N-Nothing. Nothing, I assure you.” Watson tried to fight down the chuckles bubbling up, waving a hand. “It’s just- you two are just like brother and sister, how you fight. It’s rather adorable.”

“Adorable? That woman nearly took my life with a shoe and you think it’s adorable?” Sherlock’s glare softened to something more playful as he watched Watson struggle to compose himself. “Well, since you think our predicament is so funny, why don’t I give you even more reasons to laugh, eh old chap?”

“Whatever do you mean- wait! Hold ohoohohohohn!” Sherlock had crossed the room in seconds, latching his hands onto Watson’s waist and squeezing, making the doctor arch with a cackle. “Shehehehheerlock, pleahhahahhhahahse!”

“Why? You’re the one who thought my predicament was funny. I bet you’re wondering now how I knew you were ticklish. Simple deduction, John.” The detective moved his hands up to Watson’s upper ribs, laughing along with him when he squealed. “You see- well, I guessed, hehe.”

“Nohohoohoho suuhuhuhuhprise thehehehhheere! Gehehehhet ohhoohohohff me yoohohohohu scohohohohohondral!” Watson batted at his hands, starting to sink off his chair when those dastardly fingers dug into his armpits. “Ihiihiihihll tehhehehell Miihiihihiss Huhuhuhuhdson yoohohohour ohohohohown tihihihiickle spoohohohoohts!”

“An insult and a threat? My word, Watson- you really want me to tickle you to tears!” Sherlock laughed, following him to the floor. “As if Miss Watson doesn’t already know about my weaknesses! Good try though! Now- let’s try here!”

~Send me a pairing and a candy heart phrase~

[lilies-are-azules]

Having a Sherlock brainrot while Sherly is not in the newest chapters is literally hell because I want to see my man again!!

The only reason I'm surviving is that I've been rereading the manga and rewatching Morimu (Morimu Sherly my beloved), but I don't know if I can do this until part 2...

I miss you Sherly ;;-;; ...

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I am so curious about the Holmes's mother.Sherlock kept is accent for her, she must have been and amazing person but she never appears in the story. I just want to know more about her.

I also kinda wonder if keeping the accent meant some bullying or at least ostracised in oxbridge.

Ah, I think it wasn't just for his mother. Judging from his last conversation about it, he got it from his mother's side of the family, but he seems to have kept it because...well, it's his.

It's who he is. It's a part of him he didn't want to get rid of and he's a stubborn bastard who doesn't want to change himself to better fit the world he's living in. Mycroft was willing to. Sherlock is, well. Not.

But realistically, college was likely an issue. Cockney is a very stereotyped and degraded accent and subculture of London because it's such a marker of the working class. The reason the slang is so hard to understand is because they want it to be hard to understand to outsiders.

(Which, of course, means it's perfect for Sherlock. Does he want to be understood? Yeah, of course. But changing himself to be easier to understand, making it an easy thing to know him--what's the value of that? And frankly, I get that entirely myself)

Oxbridge, on the other hand...well. Those are two of the most famous and prestigious institutions of England. I feel like at some point it said which one he went to, but I think I made that up because I can't actually find it in the text anywhere.

And, you know, it's not like he's known for having friends.

[qiaolingz]

Sherlock: "I'm sure you could paint any future"

Sherlock again: "I want to illuminate the future he walks on"

I am not okay.

[lovelyselfshipper]

This makes me think of my beloved Sherlock!

[anushkab2711]

I finished watching Yuumori . Now I am off to read the manga .

I think of louis as very protective of his beloved nii-san . He doesn't like the fact / is jealous that his nii-san is being taken from him . ( like sherly stealing his Liam away ) 🤭

[o4chen-da-jin]

Am I the only one who wants a WHUMP!Sherly

Like, I want him vulnerable and Feral Liam because someone dare to hurt his beloved Sherly

Or Mycroft pulling strings in the Shadows because someone hurt his baby brother and He's not gonna let it slide and he'll drown them in The depth of the Atlantic Ocean if he has to...

[princessbutler1316]

Sherly: My dear beloved Husband

Liam, red like a tomato: Yes?

Sherly: And my dear Brother-in-law

Louis: Yes??

Sherly: Your oldest brother with my brother exploded the kitchen

[drunk-on-angst]

my first Sherliam which I believe has gone terribly based on headcanons you'll find in the reblogs of this post

Teasing

Warnings: None

Word Count: 400

“Class dismissed.”

With those words all the boys rushed out of the class while their professor arranged some books on his desk, well he was before the commotion started. All the boys had piled up in the hallway and were laughing at…someone? Their professor casually stepped through as his students made way for him.

“Sherly?”

There he sat, Sherlock Holmes, tucking his knees into his chest and sitting on the floor like a 7-year-old child who’d been told off by his parents. Once a famous detective he had now gone to becoming a chemistry teacher in the university his beloved William taught in.

“Professor, professor!”, one of the boys yelled, “He’s finally come to propose to you, see that’s why he’s on his knees!”

All the other boys let out roars of laughter while Sherlock glared at them, terribly annoyed.

“Now now all of you, you have classes to be in and don’t forget Mr. Holmes is your teacher, you mustn’t make fun of him in such a way.”, William said shooing them off.

“Now onto you.’, he said looking down at Sherlock still huddled on the floor. “What am I to do with this moping puppy?”

Sherlock grumbled and stepped into the classroom. “You wouldn’t believe the hell these brats are giving me Liam. I’ve done nothing wrong but they just won’t stop making fun of me!”

Moriarty put a finger to his chin and stared at Sherlock without a word, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Well, aren’t you going to say something?”

“I’m thinking.”

“About what?”, he cried in exasperation.

“I was just checking if you were wearing that dreadful tie of yours, no perhaps it’s your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair? And what do you mean dreadful tie?’, he replied enraged while William let out a chuckle. “Oh look, now you’re making fun of me too.”

“Oh Sherly. You have to admit, no student has ever seen a teacher who once exploded his own classroom.”

“It’s not funny.”, Sherlock snapped.

William walked up to the pouting man and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. “They don’t mean anything by it Sherly, just take it with good humour, oh I know, why not show them a fun trick! That'll make them see how wonderful you are.”

“You think it’ll work?”, he mumbled into William’s shoulder.

“I’m sure it will.”, William said wrapping his arms around him. “Now off to class with you, or you’ll be known as the teacher who’s always late.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Sorry to disturb you but I remember this one fic years ago but not the title and was directed here...

It was half omegaverse half normal if you get what I mean- a/b/o Johnlock are together while "normal" Johnlock aren't (yet). Omega John and regular John got switched and are confused on the differences and similarities of the au they were magically put in. It also had something to do with mirror/looking glass in the living room of 221b... that's all I remember, sorry. Thanks for taking your time reading this!!

Oh and also there was this one really long wingfic where John is Sherlock's guardian angel since...I apologize for only remembering some of the beginning where John got assigned to baby sherly and at his 1st birthday got sent for the first time to bond with him and there he met Anthea who's Mycroft's angel.

Hey Nonny!

OMG!! I think I actually know BOTH of these!!

First one:

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird(E, 152,869 w., 26 Ch. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Consent, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

And I think the second one is this:

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest? 

Hope that helps!

[courtesanofdeath]

thanks for the tag @sai-my-beloved !! this was super fun but also hard to think about. suddenly i've forgotten every media i've ever consumed so these are the ones that came to my head first! 🥰

10 blorbos from 10 fandoms

hiei (yu yu hakusho), ginoza (psycho pass), hijikata (gintama), sherly (moriarty the patriot), hoeseph (jojo), qifrey (witch hat atelier), gogol (bungo stray dogs), sesshomaru (inuyasha), astaaaa (black clover) and chrooomeee (dr stone)

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