#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)

[lightcreators]

∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [mockingly ]  at  receiver . (Enola @ Louis)

@barxlupin

There  was  always  an  fragment  of  tragedy  knowing  his  beloved  elder  brother,  even  since  emergence  of  that  long-term  thought  project  has  started  to  born  inside  careful  planning,  to  always  considering  Sherlock  Holmes  as  an  important  piece  of  his  pan,  inside  fondness  he  disapproved.  Why  does  he  had  to  be  cursed  by  the  Holmes  siblings  ?  Why  does  his  brothers  had  such  taste  in  men  ?  Why  couldn't  them  imposing  their  affections  upon  somoene  else,  in  which  eternal  remembrance  of  name  Holmes  wouldn't  haunt  his  mind  ?  Comments  were  limited  concerning  the  elder  one.  Mycroft  was  an  fine  asshole  that  could  taming  temporary,  and  hopefully  the  cruelty  sleeping  inside  Albert  ---  in  which  he  preferred  listen  countless  hours  narrating  his  fun  among  the  MI6  while  working,  than  how  he  appreciated  pulled  jokes  and  couple  of  manipulative  moves  upon  Mycroft.  He  was  alright  ---  but  well,  not  to  the  point  he  would  be  happy  to  know  him  having  a  private  dinner  with  his  brother.  Not  to  the  point  his  stare  would  look  totally  unjudgemental  if  he  dared  show  up  near  him.  Not  to  the  point  he  trusted  him.  How  they  were  supposed  to  ?  How  they  were  supposed  to  be  reassured  everything  will  be  fine,  simply  because  there  was  an  emotional  weapon  that  could  be  used,  and  Albert  acted  as  his  nicest  behavior   ?

Sherlock.  Oh  damn  Sherlock.  Why  he  couldn't  simply  silencing  that  guy  once  in  for  all  ?  If  he  wasn't  the  most  important,  valuable,  the  most  precious  mouse  of  their  game,  he  would  have  wanted  to  end  that  man's  life  simply  because  the  perception  of  his  face  was  disapproved.  It  was  organic.  It  was  anchored.  It  sounded  like  an  old  reflex.  More  than  that  ---  he  wished  the  dear  Mr.Holmes  wouldn't  be  too  much  offended,  and  instead,  as  he  imagined  it,  maybe  searching  to  get  another  emotion  coming  from  him  ?  For  a  while,  jealousy  has  been  imagined,  considering  the  level  of  disgust  he  was  able  to  living  with  him  around,  and  possibly,  maybe,  there  was  some  feelings  he  needed  to  deal  with.  Maybe.  Nevertheless,  here  laying  some  emotional  conflict.  Mr.Holmes  as  his  brother  called  him  in  public  sphere  when  it  wasn't  an  private  Sherly  that  turned  him  insane  was  main  reason  of  happiness  coming  from  his  elder  brother's  face,  in  which,  like  Albert,  they  arranged  themselves  dates  once  in  a  while  …  when  he  seemed  the  only  one  admiring  the  blindness  of  Sherlock.  He  wouldn't  giving  him  the  honor  to  even  expressing  it  orally  down  his  face,  as  there  was  no  use  to  spoil  words  for  it.  Each  time  he  was  around,  he  insulting  him  though  his  gaze.  It  came  to  an  condition  in  which  his  older  brother  reassuring him.

No,  he  couldn't  kill  him.  Yes,  he  should  trust  him.  No,  he  will  bring  no  miseries  to  his  brother.  Amusing,  when  part  of  him  remained  conscious,  inside  emotionless  of  his  gaze,  inside  disgust  he  had  towards  him,  he  might  be  only  one  able  to  save  his  brother  when  the  time  will  come,  when  his  brother  would  want  to  leave  the  scene  ---

Why  in  earth  then  he  had  to  deal  with  the  annoying  presence  of  an  sister  that  perceived  on  him  an  lost  puppy  and  cannot  helped  to  treat  him  like  a  new  game,  since  not  reacting  was  his  mastering  domain  ?  He  remained  inside  the  pleasant  seat  of  the  backstage.  He  admired  the  terror  his  brother  give,  and  internally,  wished  to  gave  same  feeling  when  it  would  be  his  turn  to  show  up  in  the  stage.  He  would  witnessing  closely  all  expressions  of  the  victims,  in  which  he  will  looking  like  an  unexpected  helper,  in  which  he  wouldn't  hesitating  to  end  them.  He  didn't  have  to  care,  didn't  he  ?  He  seemed  only  as  the  most  harmless  butler  ever,  always  busy  with  the  whims  of  his  brothers,  making  sure  the  house  in  order  …  Why  did  he  have  to  been  annoyed  in  middle  of  his  job  ?  In  which  honor  he  was  laughed  at  ?  She  must  admiring  to  be  at  that  seat,  after  all  ---  having  the  blessings  of  his  brothers,  and  witnessing  the  younger  one  who  seemed  unconcerned  and  pushed  away  of  each  of  their  business,  focused  on  let  them  ramble.  Well,  he  was  the  worst  nightmare  someone  can  dream  of.  He  was  the  nigthmare  of  the  Holmes  siblings,  and  sadly,  cannot  be explicit.  ❝  Should  I  put  some  spice  in  your  tea,  miss  ?  ❞  He  finally  commented,  having  brought  a  tray  of  snacks  he  had  made  during  the  day,  delicately  replacing  his  glasses,  looking  her  over.  ❝  No  doubt  this  will  soothe  your  face  from  the  rudeness  you  have  been  showing  me  for  a  while  now.  ❞  Emotionless  features  remained,  regardless  experienced  annoyance inside silent understanding, mocking in return.  ❝  As  far  as  you  can  see,  you have failed to achieve little happiness you are looking for. ❞

[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.”

[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!

[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)

9 fav movies

[qiaolingz]

These three pictures have been my thoughts for the past 11 days.