#johnlock packs

[riverwithoutbanks]

Ok so thoughts on Sherlock & Co. Shoscombe Old Place.

Loved loved loved it. An interesting commentary on class inequalities and how it permeates British culture. I particularly enjoyed the through line about moving on and finding a new place to call home. God I do love a John centric story.

[warlenys]

john’s unexplained cycling to work is buttercup’s daily horse rides

[emperorundying]

The Locked Tomb Dashboard Simulator

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It always astounds me how dreadfully boring pre-resurrection media sounds.

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"And then he loved him but only in the Spanish dub" why is the dub only kind of span.

#our dear necrolord is reminiscing about his 'Favorite Johnlocks' again #duplicitous sluts please interact #i need a fucking break

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"Don't transvestigate religious figures" Cyrus the First had a pussy and I will die on this hill.

#gem.txt #before tower dickrider anons infiltrate my asks #my great great aunt was a distant relative of his cavalier #also i'm right

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for important necromantic research 😇

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half these people have not been heard from in thousands of years i don't know whether those dicks are really at their peaks anymore

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Where's my "Anyone-But-Two-Pump-Chump-Gaius" option?

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LET ME PICK JOY'S FLESHMAGIC FOOTLONG YOU ABSOLUTE COWARD.

#they HATE to see a girlboss win #miss second saint to serve the emperor undying please girl just one chance #yes she's missing yes it's because she's in my bed every night #what about it

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In response to any concerns about a contagious black goop spreading to The Houses, The Tower would like to emphasize that this is not currently something anyone in The Houses should worry about. It is under control, and remember that tomorrow is Resurrection Day!

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S. Time is a flat fucking circle.

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anyone else feel like the anti-nine-houses rhetoric on this site has skyrocketed since the princes were crowned? i don't want to say it's lesbophobia but.....

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Are you fucking serious???? Not everything is about sexuality holy shit can you think critically for two seconds, The N*crolord literally has been fucking over planets for millennia.

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that legit does not account for the rise.... idk im just saying

#tell me you hate butches without telling me you hate butches #embarrassing!!!

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still no

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[strawberrywinter4]

i saw your post about prompts for a johnlock fanfic, and i thought it would be fun if they went on a picnic date (+ it could be in the evening so there would be stars) :)

Thank you, thank you for this prompt! I wrote away, haha, so I hope you enjoy <3

The Greats

Fandom: Sherlock(TV)

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Established Relationship, beginning relationship, countryside, Picnics, picnic date, Hand Kisses, John kind of speaks poetry, Star Gazing, Theories of Stars, Romance, Fluff

Read here on ao3.

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It was, initially, for a case.

A series of murders summoned them to the countryside, and Sherlock had a delightful time, claiming that it was a “fun one.”

Now, after the chaos has ended and the case has been solved, Sherlock’s excitement instantly deflates. He complained about the fact that they were still in this god-forsaken village and that they should return home immediately so that he’s able to get proper rest in case of another murder coming about, and he’ll need his ability of deductions, clear and skillful.

Sherlock and John are packing for their departure, folding clothes and gathering toiletries. The inn which they’ve stayed in is a local lodge that’s run by a widowed woman, Agnes, who’s practically like the Mrs. Hudson away from home. Sherlock catches himself longing for his Mrs. Hudson’s biscuits.

John curses under his breath as he peers down at his phone, the screen illuminating his face through the dimly lit room. Sherlock quirks a brow in question.

“Our train has been… delayed,” John explains. “Delayed until tomorrow morning.”

Sherlock groans in complaint, flopping down on the bed which contains sheets opposite to his liking. “This is troublesome,” he scowls, burying his face into the pillow.

John sighs, seeming slightly irritated as well. “Yes, well… nothing we can do now.”

“I have no desire to sleep anywhere besides our own bed for another night, John. This is already proving difficult,” Sherlock says, his voice muffled due to the pillow.

“I thought you didn’t sleep,” John quips back, taking a seat next to Sherlock’s sulking body.

“You’ve changed my sleep schedule considerably. Now I actually need to rest my eyes properly,” Sherlock complains in dismay.

A strong hand runs up Sherlock’s spine, then squeezes the back of his neck. “We should be thankful we have somewhere to sleep,” John reminds him.

“Oh, please. Don’t try to make me feel sorry for voicing valid concerns.”

“Concerns about yourself,” John corrects him. “Anyway, I’m going to head to the front desk, set up another night for us.”

Sherlock makes a noncommittal noise.

John scoffs and stands, and Sherlock can hear the door shut on his way out.

An hour passes, and finally, then, Sherlock turns on his back, furrowing his brows. The late sunset peeks through the window, making its way through the curtains.

John has been gone quite some time. It shouldn’t take that long to register another night, should it? Sherlock wouldn’t know. He doesn’t concern himself with such useless information.

Just then, the door opens and John walks in, a wooden basket in hand. He grins once he sees Sherlock.

“Come on, you big baby. Stop sulking and let’s go enjoy ourselves, yeah?” John suggests, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror, fixing the collar of his jumper.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and stands from the bed, going to stand in front of John. He shoos John’s hands away and fixes the collar himself, which John seems grateful for.

“And what on earth are you talking about?” Sherlock asks absentmindedly.

“You’ll see once you stop fiddling with my clothes that look just fine,” John says.

“Mm. You wear horrid jumpers, John. I have to make do with what I have.”

John rolls his eyes and grabs Sherlock’s hand. “Go put your shoes on. We’re going out and there’s no arguing about it.”

Sherlock reluctantly does as he’s told.

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It isn’t a long walk, but Sherlock has to bite back several grumbles about his feet hurting.

They finally arrive at a field of open grass, it being one of many near the village. Sherlock blinks in confusion, looking down at John who sets the basket down. Sherlock observes the field, there being nothing but occasional trees and distant mountains in sight. It’s close to nightfall, the sun now ducking under the hills.

“A potential suspect?” Sherlock asks, a tinge of excitement coming back to his chest.

“Nope,” John responds, searching through the basket.

“Oh. A stakeout, then?”

“No,” John responds again, setting down a plaid blanket.

“So… nothing of entertainment,” Sherlock concludes. The excitement dissipates.

“Sherlock.”

Sherlock looks down, seeing John light a lantern. He sets it carefully beside the blanket, then begins setting out various mini deserts on the blanket, as if they’re magically appearing out of the basket.

After John is done preparing the setup, he extends his hand. Hesitantly, Sherlock takes it, and carefully, John pulls him down next to him. Sherlock sits next to the blogger, and John keeps him close, his body warmth making the slight chill of the night seem like only a breeze.

John’s deep, always sincere eyes find Sherlock, searching the detective. “You need to rest that beautiful brain of yours and just be here with me,” John says.

Sherlock’s eyes flutter as they wander the scene. “What is this?” he asks skeptically.

John’s grin is wide as he obviously tries to hold a chuckle. “This, Sherlock, is called a picnic,” John explains, enunciating his words.

Sherlock glares. “I’m aware. I just mean… why?”

“Why not?”

“This isn’t something we… do,” Sherlock tries to clarify.

“I didn’t know we had an itinerary for our relationship,” John teases.

Sherlock huffs. “You know what I mean.”

“Sherlock, we’re on a date,” John says, taking the detective’s hand in his. “I’m taking you out on a date.”

Sherlock’s heart stutters at John’s words. Yes. Of course. This is what couples do. They date.

“I know going out just because isn’t our usual dynamic, but… this is my way of showing you that I appreciate you,” John says, his voice low as if anyone else could disturb their peace.

“Oh…” Sherlock says, eyes wandering the setup once again.

John’s eyes turn to concern. “Do you not like it?”

“No!” Sherlock quickly reassures, if not too eagerly. “I mean- yes. I like it. Um…”

John stares at him, showing he’s attentive.

“I just mean that… I’m not sure how to- I don’t know how you’d like me to-”

John releases a short laugh, squeezing Sherlock’s hand. “Darling, I’m not asking you to do anything. Be yourself. It’s just us.”

It’s just us.

John says it so easily, as if that’s the way it’s always been.

It is how it’s always been.

It’s always just been them.

John brings Sherlock’s hand up to his lips, kissing it quickly before bringing the sweets over to where they’re sitting. Sherlock can’t stop his cheeks from heating.

“I know how you like your scones,” John starts, setting the plate between them, “so don’t let me stop you.”

Sherlock allows himself to smile, grabbing one of the scones from the plate. “Is this why you took such an awfully long time to register us another night?”

John looks up, squinting an eye in confusion. Then, his lips turn into an “oh” as he nods. “Yes. That.”

Sherlock sighs, realization coming to him. “Our train ride wasn’t delayed,” he concludes. The detective shakes his head in bewilderment. “You… fooled me.”

“This is a perfect place for a picnic,” John says in defense. “No way am I going to take you somewhere in London when you can get authenticity out here.”

“There’s Regent’s Park,” Sherlock offers.

“There is,” John agrees. “But London doesn’t have a view like this.”

They both look up and are met with the sight of a thousand glittering stars. Sherlock feels himself go a bit hazy as he lays back fully against the blanket, staring up at the heavenly body. John lays next to him, their shoulders touching. Sherlock presses into the touch.

“What’s your belief, then?” John asks, voice quiet.

“Hm?”

“Everyone has a belief in stars.”

“John, they consist of hydrogen, helium, and-”

“No,” John interrupts softly. “I mean… a belief that’s not based on the strict laws of science.”

Sherlock only stares. “I don’t believe I’ve formed one.”

John hums.

“How about you?” Sherlock asks, his curiosity peaked.

“Well… when Harry and I were little, we had loads of theories. One was-” John stops for a laugh. “One was that each star is a symbol of one of the greats. That someone who’s made an impact in history makes their way to the top, becomes one of the many shining fragments that people look up to for hope. And they watch us live our pathetic little lives as they thrive in the sky.”

Sherlock grins. “That sounds promising.”

“Doesn’t it?” John releases a contented sigh. “I can’t wait for us to become stars.”

Sherlock turns his head to settle his eyes on John. “So you’re claiming that we’ll be one of the greats?”

John turns his head as well, eyes landing on Sherlock with adoration.

“We already are.”

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[mental-about-you-too]

Why I believe the Will Darling Adventures were originally conceived as johnlock fanfiction

I will die on this hill.

The Will Darling Adventures (Slippery Creatures, Sugared Game, Subtle Blood) by KJ Charles are my favorite guilty pleasure comfort books. I have listened to the audiobooks an embarrassing number of times. I can play exchanges of dialogue in my head from memory, reader’s inflections and all. If you haven’t read them and you like a mix of adventure and gay smut (plus it’s a trilogy so there’s time for more complex characterization and more gradual relationship development than you usually get in books of the genre), then absolutely go do that, and don’t read below—because here be spoilers. Also, because the books are a delight.

So. Grand theory.

To be clear: I am not knocking these books AT ALL (if I’m honest, the Holmesian flavor is part of why I like them so much). As in many really good works of fanfiction, the characters have ceased to be mere copies, and have gained their own original and internally consistent characterization. Kim and Will are not Holmes and Watson, but I am completely convinced that the latter were the inspiration for the former. Here are some of the parallels/moments of homage:

Watson => Will

Returned to England from war with nowhere to go; ended up in London: “I had neither kith nor kin in England, and […] naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.” (Study in Scarlet) => “…his mother had died from the Spanish ‘flu while he’d waited to be demobbed […] So, like everyone else, he’d come to London…” (Slippery Creatures)

Ran out of money as a recently-discharged veteran: “So alarming did the state of my finances become…” (Study in Scarlet) => “…his slide into poverty was unstoppable...” (Slippery Creatures)

War wound that nearly killed him: “For months my life was despaired of...” (Study in Scarlet) => “A month in hospital.” (Sugared Game)

Saved by an underling who never appears in the story: “…had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.” (Study in Scarlet) => “If it hadn’t been for the bravest stretcher-bearer in Flanders, I’d have died out there.” (Sugared Game)

Retained his favorite weapon from the war: “I have my old service revolver and a few cartridges.” (Study in Scarlet) => “…the Messer, his old trench knife...” (Sugared Game)

Is asked to bring the weapon on adventures: “Put your pistol in your pocket.” (Study in Scarlet) => “Got your knife?” (Sugared Game)

POV character

Holmes => Kim

Has a bunch of names but goes by a middle one: William Sherlock Scott Holmes => Arthur Aloysius Kimberley de Brabazon Secretan

Has pretty hands, which are something of a fixation for the POV character

Doesn’t eat much: “My friend had no breakfast himself, for it was one of his peculiarities that in his more intense moments he would permit himself no food…” (Norwood Builder) => “They ate breakfast, or at least Will did, while Kim chewed a single slice of toast with distaste.” (Subtle Blood)

Withholds information because he doesn’t trust his partner’s ability to deceive: “You won’t be offended, Watson? You will realize that among your many talents dissimulation finds no place.” (Dying Detective) => “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but subterfuge isn’t your strong suit.” (Sugared Game)

Withholds information for dramatic effect: “It was too bad to spring it on you like this, but Watson here will tell you that I never can resist a touch of the dramatic.” (Naval Treaty) => “Of course Kim would turn up after two months with some bizarre story; of course he wouldn’t tell it like a normal person.” (Sugared Game)

Plays fast and loose with legality: “Doctor, I shall want your cooperation.” “I shall be delighted.” “You don’t mind breaking the law?” “Not in the least.” (Scandal in Bohemia) => “I am absolutely not empowered to break the laws of the land, so I try not to get caught at it.”

Has a brother seven years his senior, whom we meet (several adventures in) at a gentlemen’s club in Pall Mall, and who looks like him but bigger: “Mycroft Holmes was a much larger and stouter man than Sherlock.” (Greek Interpreter) => “He looked like someone had drawn a caricature of Kim as John Bull and not been kind about it. He was significantly bulkier…”

The club (The Diogenes => The Symposium) has a Strangers' Room, and in at least part of the club: "no talking is, under any circumstances, allowed" (Greek Interpreter) => "speech is strictly forbidden" (Subtle Blood)

Chases down the leader of a mysterious criminal organization who appears respectable in normal society, and who stays one step removed to leave no evidence of his involvement: “But the Professor was fenced round with safeguards so cunningly devised that, do what I would, it seemed impossible to get evidence which would convict in a court of law.” (Final Problem) => “[Arrest him] on what grounds? I’ve got a lot of nothing. Straws in the wind, and fears, and the words of the dead. The case needs to be iron-clad, and mine is wet tissue paper.” (Sugared Game)

Has a chat with this adversary before the action kicks off: “…I was seriously inconvenienced by you” (Final Problem) => “It has caused me enormous inconvenience” (Sugared Game)

Better at hand-to-hand combat than he looks like he should be: “I have some knowledge, however, of baritsu, or the Japanese system of wrestling…” (Empty House) => “Where did you learn knife fighting?” (Slippery Creatures)

Lounges around in a purple dressing gown (Blue Carbuncle; all three Will Darling books)

Tall, slender, pale, and dark-haired, with remarkable eyes (at least, the POV character sure remarks on them a lot)

Other parallels:

Inspector Lestrade (“lean and ferret-like as ever”) => Inspector Rennick (“He was a short, shrewd-looking man who sounded North London.”)

An aortic aneurism renders prosecution of a criminal moot: Jefferson Hope (Study in Scarlet) => Lord Waring (Sugared Game)

Will’s expectations upon meeting Waring line up with a description of Moriarty: “His face protrudes forward, and is forever slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion” (Final Problem) => “[Will] wasn’t sure what he expected. Something snakey, some reptilian air of cruelty…” (Sugared Game)

This rather iconic phrase: “He sits motionless, like a spider at the center of its web...” (Final Problem) => “…sits like a spider at the centre of a web of obligations...” (Sugared Game)

Alongside the parallels, Charles adds elements often found in the best works of fanfiction: in addition to the on-page romance, there's expansion of the characters' backgrounds, including an exploration of class and privilege, plus a fix-it-esque resolution of the issue of Holmes'/Kim’s dishonesty (I for one always wished Watson would confront Holmes about lying to him for cases).

There. Cataloguing all the parallels was taking up a ridiculous amount of space in my brain, so now you know & I can stop obsessing over it so much.

[swiftie-sherlockian]

So…

Idk who knows this already but I watched The Sign of Three for the first time this past Valentine’s Day and almost immediately when it was over I wrote a Johnlock duet with a free online instrumental on YouTube and afterwards I was EXTREMELY proud of it. It’s sort of an AU where John notices Sherlock leaving at the end and follows him back to 221B to find him an absolute wreck in his bedroom, high and erratic and it’s a little hurt/comfort-y. Think Forever Winter by Taylor Swift but make it Johnlock

Anyway…. I Google Translated the lyrics too many times and now I have this silly song that still has feels (some of the lines are still very similar and once you read this you will know what lines those are once you read this) and other lines are “huh?” also try to figure out which lyrics I wrote from Sherlock’s POV and which ones are John’s. They may be obvious at first but the end sort of switches often

anyway… lyrics below the cut

He took it too

There was no doubt in those beautiful eyes

Return to the starting position 

Don’t tell me it’s easy

Nothing has changed

I’ll always be with you

Not everything will change

I won’t be together

I have no voice

Now they’ll talk and I’ll be silent

Lost in silence

Whatever really exists will be “good”

Oh, like now

I think I’ll clap once or twice 

Walk through the church doors

The party is over

Even if you ask him, he looks like a deer at night

Don’t give up

The bedroom door was closed

I have a pack of cigarettes 

A night’s sleep is very important for relaxation 

Long and full

Be stupid if you want

I play music and die

A new song is playing in my head

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I said it doesn’t matter

I lied

My mind can’t read

Are you asking me if I’m not perfect?

I’m an idiot, so beautiful 

Everyone who knows me knows that

The documentation is good

What a wedding night

I am and will remain your godfather 

If they call me, I’ll run

I’m leaving

I’m going to sleep

Don’t ask why

I’ll ask you to stop

But take a pencil with you if necessary 

We’re writing a tragedy

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I’ve lost my mind again

Call this guy tonight

Something has to happen again

It’s uncomfortable 

Soon everything will change

Even though I’m used to being apart, I still feel strange

Everything will change

I think I’ll catch you

I can’t stop

Leave it at the altar

But then the rot will quickly dry up

But now that I’ve found you, I was wrong

Oh, how are you now?

Third sign of bleeding, I feel full

I saw you coming out the door

The party ended abruptly 

I won’t be quiet when I go back to your apartment 

Stay inside

I have an unlock key

Those cigarettes have been missing from your home for two years

Long and full 

Some are right

I wrote that waltz when I was married

I’m sorry I didn’t say anything 

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You could say that you’re OK

I know when you’re lying

I can’t read your mind

Nobody is good enough

“Maybe he’s an idiot” he half-smiled

I know, I mean, I know

The documentation is very good 

I saw you walking at night

You don’t want to be my best man, you want to be my husband

I want to study in my old cabin

I followed you to the door

I’m not crying anymore

I know why

Don’t tell me to stop 

Can you give me my pencil?

This way I can fix this mistake

~~~

All the steps we’ve taken so far

I don’t want to break us up

I did what I had to do

I don’t want to leave you

I offended someone in this mess

Who would regret it?

That’s why you’re guilty

Three words and we’re done 

But I know it won’t be easy for this kid

I want to go back 

Close again

I laughed and held my nose

Why should I live?

Who’s stopping me from taking a closer look?

I’ll fix it one way or another

Even if I didn’t have a thousand secrets, I wouldn’t tell them

But I haven’t been there for a long time

All the pain, all the love

Take a pencil and draw

There’s no room for doubt 

Invisible folder

Candle

All my memories

Don’t let these two years get too cold

I have a network in my head

Every good though brings suffering

Most importantly, hold your breath

Until the music stops

Damn it’s over

This is not yet complete

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[helloliriels]

GIFT WRAPPED

Gifts are meant to be shared! 💝and I couldn't be more grateful for each and every one these lovely gifts! THANK YOU BUNCHES FOR MAKING MY YEAR BETTER!!! 💋- Liriels

2023

💝 Of Scars and Revelations by @catlock-holmes for Holmestice Winter 2023 (I MaDe A BaNnEr FoR YoU!!!)

Sherlock has returned from his presumed death, but he isn't the same he used to be, after experiencing torture and trauma. His friendship with John isn't the same either, can they rekindle their friendship, or maybe even become something completely new? Maybe a stay at a hotel after a case could help them rediscover their bond. LOVE THIS SO MUCH !!!! 💖😍🎁 John & Sherlock finally GeT SoMe!!!! (SleEp ThaT iS!!!) haha, baths, only one bed, hurt/comfort, with plenty of feELs!!! 💋

🎁 Human Urges by @topsyturvy-turtely

John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. Despised himself for it ... That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed!

💝 The Case of the Serial Secret Admirer by @hasenkind687

It is seven days until Valentine's day. Humbuk - if you ask Sherlock. But then, anonymous gifts appears!

🎁 "John what the bloody hell are you doing?" by Atrocious_Magpie

Sherlock catches John baking cookies while listening to abba, what do you think happens next?

💝 This perfect JOHNLOCK IMAGE for 'It Belongs in a Museum', made by @a-victorian-girl

2022

🎁 Live from the Morgue by @disfictional from Holmestice Winter 2022. (i MaDe A BaNnEr FoR YoU!!!) 💀🎙️tysm!!!

A very special podcast episode 'Live from the Morgue' with Molly Hooper, featuring guest star Sherlock Holmes, discussing his years away (playing dead) - while John listens ...

💝 Mrs. Hudson's Crack Brew by @chriscalledmesweetie for 2022 Year of the Crack Fic!

Mrs. Hudson is beginning to regret the part she played in bringing Sherlock and John together. Not to put too fine a point on it, those boys are LOUD. Can she find a way to make things better? Or will she only make them worse? It all depends on your perspective…

🎁 Knitting Needles Out by @fluffbyday-smutbynight

Knitting. How hard could it be? Pretty hard, as it turned out. Especially cable knitting.

💝 This lovely GIF collab made by @liquor-liquor-lips for 'pack up the moon, and dismantle the sun' quote by WH Auden & all the reichenbach feels. 💋

2021

🎁 Shared Proximity by @fluffbyday-smutbynight for Holmestice Open Promptfest Winter 2021

“As ever, you see but you do not observe. Our respective lives are so enmeshed together, that such labels - like flatmates or colleagues or, yes, even friends - evidently fall short. Partners might do it, and it’s not a coincidence that it’s a stand-in for couple.”A definition might prove necessary, but still not enough in itself. What's the next step?

💝 (Full) Contact With Nature by @fluffbyday-smutbynight

Sherlock puts all his weight on him pushing him back on the ground, and simultaneously catches John’s arms and pins them down ...

🎁 A Story of Scent by maelle_lardeux & 💝Un affaire de sentur by malle_lardeux (french translation) 🥰 for @ohlooktheresabee & me

It's amazing how smells can affect people's emotions, in a good or bad way.C’est incroyable comment les odeurs peuvent affecter les émotions des personnes, d’une bonne ou d’une mauvaise façon.

🎁 The Mystery of the Red Pants by @simplyclockwork for Holmestice Summer 2021

A few spectacular laundry mishaps lead to revelations between Sherlock and John - and maybe a bit more ...

💝 Practice Date by Fantasy_Fan_26 (so brilliant!)

Sherlock wants to go on a date with John to figure out his feelings, but doesn't want to be rejected, this is the plan he comes up with ...

OMG I love them all!!!

Plus these translated fics 💖:

🎄Шерлок – это женское имя [Sherlock is a Girl's Name] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Бутылочка [Spin the Bottle] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Таксофон [Payphone] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami  🎄Эксперименты по проводимости [Experiments in Conductivity] translated by Little_Unicorn 🎄【福华福】[授翻]Kiss Me Now Before You Go／离开前请吻我 translated by 十三横夏 [Whale_Juan] 🎄Dawno utracone [Long Lost] translated by Tulippa 🎄Помни меня [Remember Me] translated by Little_Unicorn

Is there anything better than a fandom gift??

[gregorovitch-adler]

Scarf

(Now on AO3)

John was sat in his armchair with his forehead propped over his elbow, which was placed on the arm rest. His hand was twitching; his other hand clutching on the navy blue scarf. Sherlock's scarf.

It had been a week since Sherlock had jumped off the rooftop and died. The newspapers and obnoxious journalists were calling it a suicide, but given the fact that the whole London was throwing false allegations at him, calling him a fake genius, and provoking him to take this step and end up like this- dead - it would be more appropriate to call it a murder.

A murder committed by no singular person, and Moriarty being the direct cause.

John screwed his eyes shut as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes. Again.

If only he had the wits to realise that the phone threatening to kill Mrs Hudson was a hoax and had not left the lab at all.

If only John had not called his best friend a machine just before leaving the lab in St. Bart's- the last time John had ever had a face to face interaction with Sherlock.

If only he'd said something more convincing during their last conversation to actually prevent Sherlock from taking this step.

If only John had been honest about how he actually felt for Sherlock when he was alive.

If only...

The tears were rolling down his face freely now. John covered his eyes with his left hand and clutched the scarf in his other one as tight as he could, until his knuckles were white.

John had been living at this place since Sherlock's death. All of Sherlock's other clothes were packed and sent away. John could do nothing to stop that. It wasn't his place to say.

He didn't let of that blue scarf, though. He could not.

Keeping the scarf himself was John's way of keeping Sherlock still alive. As though a piece of Sherlock's soul lived in that scarf. How could John possibly let go of it?

John was letting out soft sobs and was sniffling. His hands and shoulders were trembling, as he recalled that day again, when he had to see Sherlock's corpse on the pavement, covered in blood.

John wrapped the scarf around his neck and kept crying for a while, his face covered with both of his hands.

After some time, John forced himself to stop. He ducked his face to sniff at the scarf. His nostrils flared up and he closed his eyes to drink that pleasant smell.

Sherlock's cologne and natural scent. Sherlock's skin texture. Sherlock himself.

John shook his head furiously and got up from his chair. He couldn't live in this flat anymore. Not without Sherlock. Not like this.

John walked to the stairs leading to his bedroom. He started climbing up, Sherlock's scarf still wrapped around himself.

It was his scarf now.

John would go to his bedroom, pack his things and leave, as soon as he could. Find a different place to live, far away from here.

For what it was worth, John knew that he would be at home wherever he went, as long as he kept the navy blue scarf safe with him.

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Prompt: Home by @notjustamumj

Thanks for the tag, @helloliriels !

Tagging- @totallysilvergirl , @jawnn-watson , @inevitably-johnlocked , etc.

[sexcromancy]

bowie, what does it mean that bride is only "sort of" omegaverse?

thanks for asking, bowie. i've thought about this a lot, so allow me to clarify.

I want to start at the beginning, with ali's omegaverse fic. I'm linking one example of several, notable because it has an arranged meeting component (relevant to bride) and because she cited a johnlock omegaverse work as an inspiration for her worldbuilding (this gave me, to put it lightly, a fright). I think that's where I initially connected Ali and omegaverse early on in my interest in her work. i could see the shades of it in her first three novels, but my analysis faltered as i tried to bridge the gap between those and her fic. when i read bride, this clarified.

ali has often used emojis to describe the book on instagram: 🐺 for werewolves, 🩸 for vampires, and 🪢 for knotting. this allows for some level of euphemism in her Instagram posts, meaning she doesn't have to explicitly get into the kinkier parts of the story in public. she does also make a lot of puns on the word knot but it still feels like an in-joke - if readers want to understand what a knot is, they have to read the book. i attribute this coyness in part to the significant leap between her first three contemporary adult romance novels and this new foray into much more explicit supernatural romance, and specifically the introduction of knotting and interspecies kinks that might be unknown to the average booktoker.¹

now, to get into the actual content of bride. the book is a vampire-werewolf romance novel, where the vampire (stylized vampyre) is a woman named misery (!) and the werewolf (stylized were) is a man named lowe. lowe is also the alpha of his werewolf pack. mates are a factor in the worldbuilding; some but not all weres have them and recognizing them is scent-based. knotting happens only in sex between mates. lowe and misery's romance is framed by their arranged marriage, a political deal to ensure peace between vampyres, weres and humans.

if we refer to the original supernatural rpf kink meme prompt that is supposedly the origin of "omegaverse", there are three key elements: 1) social roles, in this case "alpha male and bitch male" which later became alphas and omegas; 2) dog-like sex, "the knot, tons of come"; and 3) mating/biologically enhanced long term monogamy.

bride has #2 for sure. it's not the full extent of their sexual dynamic, but those two elements are certainly present. it has #3, although I think this is somewhat complicated (but not exactly subverted) by it being an interspecies romance. it's technically not a biological "mating" bond in the way weres in this world understand it. instead, lowe recognizes misery as his mate by scent, and misery, unable to reciprocate biologically, chooses to define herself as Lowe's mate at the end of the story. i appreciate that this introduces an element of agency for misery, which is what i normally struggle with in soulmate stories.²

it's #1 where I get sort of tripped up. in this book, biological determinism wrt social roles as it is portrayed in most omegaverse fic³ does not exist. lowe is an alpha, but his closest confidants are "seconds," not betas, and it's more a social/political role than anything else. there are no equivalents to omegas. however. the interspecies aspect of the relationship does still introduce elements of biological determinism, ie, sexual urges that can't be controlled; physical needs like hunger literally and metaphorically standing in for sexual desire. misery is also, crucially, a social outcast to her fellow vampyres, occupying a similar role to the omega social role in many omegaverse works. I cannot deny that's a lot of similarity, but for whatever reason, ali chose to elide this particular element of the worldbuilding. my best guess for this is empowerment of misery as a character. as mentioned above, she has more agency than many damsels in supernatural romance novels. empowered heroines with their own plot, relationships and sexual desires are an important part of popular contemporary romance; often books with too weak a heroine get lanced on tiktok (as was the fate of anastasia grey, for example).

finally, i want to talk about to inspiration. ali cites the johnlock fic as a framework for her reylo fic, and she has repeatedly spoken about her longstanding love for fanfic, obviously including omegaverse. but as an informed reader of her books, I think I can actually trace some aspects of bride further back. in the press tour and marketing for bride Ali continuously brings up nalini singh, an author who has been publishing interspecies romance since 2009. the first book of that series, slave to sensation, shares a lot of DNA with bride, especially in how our main characters connect and differ from each other other.⁴ the kink meme prompt largely credited as the origin of omegaverse in fanfiction dates to 2010. other supernatural romance authors Ali has cited as influential, like kresley cole, have been publishing even longer.⁵ the original kink meme prompt was obviously hugely influential, and I am still happy to credit it with those three specifics of omegaverse. to my knowledge, none of these prior romance novels include those elements in that combination.⁶ my point here is more that omegaverse was joining an existing lineage of erotica related to interspecies/animalistic/monsterfucking sex, rather than creating an entirely new mode of erotic engagement. ali, in bride, was combining and reworking these ideas that were so evidently influential to her development as a romance writer.

personally, I believe that Ali, in bride, is participating in the longstanding tradition of creating conditions for her romance novel characters that will best facilitate hornier and hornier scenarios. just as misery lark is the vampyre collateral, a political role invented for the plot, jensen ackles was assigned the newly created role of bitch male/omega because that made the most sense for the fantasy our requester was entertaining. worldbuilding in these books serves the primary purpose of enhancing and creating scenarios for horniness, which means that often it can be somewhat loose. I certainly had a million frustrated questions for Ali while reading bride, but I had to keep reminding myself that it's not about what part of the US the story is taking place in, or the political realities of a world with three separate species-specific governments. its about hot vampyre-werewolf sex and the catharsis of enemies-to-lovers. and also how good peanut butter is. thanks for reading.

footnotes

1. i have seen many, many booktokers and tubers discuss how this was their first foray into supernatural romance, and they wouldn't have tried it if not for enjoying ali's previous books. i have a whole other post to publish about profit incentive and marketing on ali's books, which i'll hopefully remember to link here when it's done. suffice to say, enormous win for ali's team.

2. it does not, however, allow any agency for lowe; he is in his own little romance-as-horror plot wherein he is suddenly having uncontrollable physical reactions to a member of a different species, about whom he knows nothing. luckily for him he has a blood-drinking kink. yay!

3. for an excellent reading of biological essentialism in same-gender omegaverse pairings, read my friend ari's post. heterosexual omegaverse pairings do not have the distancing aspect ari discussed, but they sexualize the same dynamics that come out of sexist, bioessentialist hegemony. exploring why this is hot to straight women has been a large part of my ali related work.

4. i also read slave to sensation for research purposes. do not recommend. as discussed above, though, i think a major difference is that the dynamics in singh's books (and similar) are dated and adhere pretty strongly to bodice ripper tropes. ali is taking those ideas and translating them into a contemporary romance voice.

5. again, to be addressed in my marketing post, but i have my suspicions about these inspiration plugs being strategically picked for which authors have upcoming books to promote side-by-side with ali's. its totally possible she also read and loved them, but its hard to ignore she and nalini singh share a publisher.

5. as Lindsay Ellis fans may know, there are many popular straight omegaverse series out there, but i couldn't find any evidence that those series pre-dated the kink meme.

[nottoolateforthegame]

Tag Game-20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @2dents

1. How many words to you have on AO3?

57

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

177,813. One of my 2023 goals is to reach 200,000.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sherlock (and Related Fandoms), 911 (TV), Teen Wolf, The Hobbit

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Burning House (Teen Wolf; E; 41,007)

Fostering Pack (Teen Wolf; E; 32,171)

All He Could Ever Want (Sherlock; M; 12,142)

Double Bluff (Sherlock; T; 4,847)

5 Times Sherlock Tried to Make John’s Fantasy Come True + 1 Time John Made Sherlock’s (Sherlock; M; 10,038)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I am grateful for each and every one. Plus my favorite part of fandom is interacting with other fans. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Letter (Sherlock, G, 100, MCD). Short but painful. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm…I usually write happy endings, so tough question. 

I think An Inaccurate Retelling (The Hobbit; G; 5,024)  is probably one of my fluffiest, most domestic fics. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have. Not frequently but enough that I’ve learned to just delete them. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do. About a third of my fics are Mature or Explicit. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t. Hats off to those that can pull it off, though. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so? 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had a couple asks, and let them know I’d love to link to it/share, but I never heard back, so…maybe?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I gave it a try once, but it was never finished.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

If I have to pick just one-Johnlock. The Sherlock fandom is what brought me into the fandom fold. 

15. What’s a Wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is a post-S4 Sherlock fic that has haunted me. It’s a John’s Mind Bungalow fic, where he is in a coma and is taking in snippets from around him and his brain tries to make it all into a story that makes sense. The first half would be S4/him in the hospital, the second half would be what happens after he wakes up/unpacking the real story and of course the consequences of it all. I've started it a few times but somehow never make any real progress with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don’t know. I get a lot of compliments/requests for more on my smut-so I must be doing something right there. I think I do a pretty decent job writing kids/kid fics as well. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’ve always struggled with endings. And titles. I’m currently struggling with the habit of writing. When I first started writing, I would write on my phone whenever I had even five minutes. Then I started outlining, and writing during evening sprints on my laptop. But now, I need to get back into writing when I can find the time on my phone, and I’m struggling to get back into that mindset-the ability to just switch into writing mode when I find myself waiting in an office or whatever. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

Italics all the way. I don’t trust google to do me right for translation and I trust the readers will understand what's going on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sherlock

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Observations of Grief (Sherlock; T; 2,248).

I had a lot of fun trying to get into Mycroft’s head and using a new pov. It was also very satisfying to put some of my headcanons about the period between Reichenbach and the return into a fic. 

A few (NO PRESSURE) tags: @sweetpeapod @merelypassingtime @mellaithwen @thetimemoves and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it.

[ladykailitha]

AO3 First Lines Tag Game

I was tagged by @strangersteddierthings appreciate the tag!! :D I never get tag in these things. I’m so excited!!!

Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published ao3 stories (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics)

I’ll Be Your Knight - [Ao3] -Steddie

Eddie always had trouble sleeping even before the whole shit with the evil wizard and almost getting eaten alive. But it was worse now. Now that he had nightmares to go with the anxiety and insomnia. Which was why he was awake at three fucking o'clock in the morning. He stared up at the ceiling wishing for sleep or oblivion... when he heard it.

The Promise - [Ao3] - Steddie

Eddie wandered around Steve's bedroom as Steve went to answer the phone. He wasn't surprised to see that the room held little personality. Not because Steve was a blank slate by any means. No, it was more that judging from what Eddie knew about Steve's parents and the way they forced conformity on him.

Thirteen - [Ao3] - Steddie

Steve looked up at the three of them from his couch. Nancy to the right, Robin to the left and Eddie standing in front of him, all looking worried.

Love’s Labor - [Ao3] - Dreamling

Hob tried to live as though he was going about his life as normal. Tried to act as he had for hundreds of years. Tried to pretend his best friend wasn't in actual Hell.

Target - [Ao3] - Steddie

"Have you ever loved someone so much that they light up the room?" Steve asked. "That when they aren't there it's like a hole in your chest? That your place in their lives is the most important thing in the world?"

Fractionalization - [Ao3] -Johnlock

Sherlock awoke first, not really needing the same amount of sleep that John seemed to require to stay upright. He rolled over and looked at John. It was such a strange thing. Of all the outcomes of watching the man he loved be flirted with so aggressively, the last thing he would have expected is waking up next to him the following morning. But here he was.

And Gives You Endless Support - [Ao3] - Sebastian/Rory

Sebastian twittered nervously at the door to the theater. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was going to star in his first production where he wasn't the understudy. The role of Jules was all his. Now if he only had courage to walk through that door and actually take it.

Green-Eye Monster [AO3]- Pre-Dreamling

Hob waved goodbye to his friends. They waved back, drunkenly cheering as the staggered down the street.

Friends in Low Places [AO3] - Pre-Dreamling

Johanna looked around the pub. It was certainly not as upscale as she thought Morpheus would want to frequent, but it had its charm, she had to admit. She really needed Morpheus's help and this was her last ditch effort to find him.

These Hallowed Halls [AO3]- Dreamling

The auditorium was packed as always. Professor Robert Gadling stood behind a wooden podium with a large white screen behind him.

Plus one! Because I thought this one was ten but it turned out to be eleven. Oops!

Beauty and the Beast [AO3]- Ineffable Husbands

Crowley stood on the balcony of the stately house. It must have been beautiful in its prime, but had long since fallen into disrepair. The only thing that was kept in peak condition was the greenhouse that held the most beautiful white roses. 

So...yeah, can you tell I have ADHD? Hopping from fandom to fandom like a rabbit on crack. I do have like ten other Stranger Things fics that I need to get to my beta so I can put them up on AO3. But at least this gives you a good smattering of my work.

I tag... @oldpinghai This aught to be fun. ;)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

OOOO here is an angsty one!! (sorry if this has already been suggested!) How about 'Let You Down' by NF for the playlist?? (Thanks again for all the work you do for this fandom and others <3 we all appreciate you so much!! )

[Chorus] Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud I'm sorry that I let you down Let you down All these voices in my head get loud I wish that I could shut them out I'm sorry that I let you down Le-le-let you down

[Verse 1] Yeah, I guess I'm a disappointment, doin' everything I can I don't wanna make you disappointed, it's annoying I just wanna make you feel like everything I ever do Was never tryna make an issue for you, but I guess the more you Thought about everything you were never even wrong In the first place, right? Yeah, I'ma just ignore you Walking towards you with my head down Lookin' at the ground, I'm embarrassed for you Paranoia, what did I do wrong this time? That's parents for you Very loyal? Shoulda had my back But you put a knife in it—my hands are full What else should I carry for you? I cared for you, but…

[Chorus] Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud I'm sorry that I let you down Le-le-let you down All these voices in my head get loud I wish that I could shut them out I'm sorry that I let you down Le-le-let you down

[Verse 2] Yeah, you don't wanna make this work You just wanna make this worse Want me to listen to you, but you don't ever hear my words You don't wanna know my hurt, yeah Let me guess, you want an apology, probably How can we keep going at a rate like this? We can't, so I guess I'ma have to leave Please, don't come after me I just wanna be alone right now, I don't really wanna think at all Go ahead, just drink it off Both know you're gonna call tomorrow like nothing's wrong Ain't that what you always do? I feel like every time I talk to you, you're in an awful mood What else can I offer you? There's nothing left right now, I gave it all to you

[Chorus] Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud I'm sorry that I let you down Le-le-let you down All these voices in my head get loud I wish that I could shut them out I'm sorry that I let you down Le-le-let you down

[Verse 3] Yeah, don't talk down to me That's not gonna work now Packed all my clothes and I moved out I don't even wanna go to your house Every time I sit on that couch I feel like you lecture me, eventually, I bet that we Coulda made this work And prolly woulda figured things out But I guess I'm a letdown But it's cool, I checked out Oh, you wanna be friends now? Okay, let's put my fake face on and pretend now Sit around and talk about the good times that didn't even happen I mean, why are you laughing? Must have missed that joke, let me see if I can find a reaction No, but at least you're happy

[Chorus] Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud I'm sorry that I let you down Oh, I let you down All these voices in my head get loud And I wish that I could shut them out I'm sorry that I let you down Oh, let you down

[Outro] Yeah, I'm sorry I'm so sorry now Yeah, I'm sorry that I let you down

[Lyrics from Genius.com]

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Hey Lovely!!

AHHH LOVE IT!!! Thank you so much for this addition!! Love the angsty ones!

And thank you for your lovely comments, I am so happy you enjoy your time here :)

🎶 LISTEN TO THE JOHNLOCK PLAYLIST ON [SPOTIFY] & [YOUTUBE] 🎶

[witchsickness]

tag game

answer these questions, then tag people you want to get to know better.

tagged by @mollyfaraday ty ty 🖤💞

3 ships: can i just say harringrove 3 times in front of a mirror and make it canon

first ship: merthur was the first ship i lost braincells over before i even knew what shipping was rip but the first fanfic i read was johnlock -_-

last movie: the wonder! it was so expertly crafted and very intense but in a subdued, quiet way. loved it

last song: future by AUTOBAHN

currently watching: hdm s3 and wizards of waverly place. be careful not to mess with the balance of things 🔮

currently reading: the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson. and being very normal about it btw

currently consuming:

currently craving: a fresh start. or a twirl 5-pack ig

tagging: @thesmellofstorms @cherrydreamer @chrisbitchtree @desert-dino @withoneheadlight if you want <3

[anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek]

I posted 1,520 times in 2022

That's 1,520 more posts than 2021!

134 posts created (9%)

1,386 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@consultjohnwatson

@atamh

@consulting-criminal

@consult-sherlockholmes

@sourgrapes-aa

I tagged 442 of my posts in 2022

#writing prompts - 29 posts

#writing prompt - 28 posts

#mycroft holmes - 21 posts

#bbc sherlock - 19 posts

#mycroft bbc - 18 posts

#johnlock - 16 posts

#mycroft holmes x original male character - 15 posts

#original male character - 15 posts

#mycroft - 14 posts

#bbc mycroft holmes - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 107 characters

#i think you should be concern john i am saving this information for future uses someone is gonna go missing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@consult-sherlockholmes @consultjohnwatson

30 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#4

CAKE FIGHT (MYCROFT X READER, JOHNLOCK)

(A/n: my other attempt at writing one-shots, I'm sorry if they're OOC)

This one-shot was inspired by this blog

Tags: @flynnsonlyfans @we-r-loonies @sherlockwatsons @sourgrapes-aa @eggzandshit @emaster875 (just message me if you don't want to be tagged to this/message me if you want to be tagged)

As I removed the newly baked cake from the oven, my phone told me that someone had messaged me. I put the cake on the counter, grabbed my phone, and saw that it was my buddy, Aileen.

Hey Y/n/n I have an idea - Aileen

What is it? - Y/n

We visit Mycroft's office and hurl a cake at Him. -Aileen

What? Why the sudden urge to throw a cake at someone? - Y/n

It will be entertaining, but only after we have completed it, as I might be detained by MI5 as a result, while you will escape punishment because you are his favourite.- Aileen

I suppose it is gonna be fun, are you sure I'm not gonna be in trouble because I'm pretty sure I might get arrested as well -Y/n

In that case, we should be ready to flee if we are apprehended, but I'm confident that only I will do so. If what we did was treason, then please arrange for my funeral. -Aileen

The only problem is that we need to buy a cake. Do you know where we can get a cake?- Aileen

that's not a problem, I'm already baking one- Y/n

Great! you make the best cakes, I'll head to your flat now - Aileen

I then waited for her to show here, and a few minutes later she came. We then got to work decorating the cake and talking about what we would do if it didn't turn out well.

Timeskip

We packed a change of clothes and are now heading to Mycroft's office. When we got there, we went inside to meet Anthea who was waiting for us by the entrance. We are grateful that she decided to assist us and that she found our plan to throw a cake at Mycroft hilarious.

Anthea wished us luck as we approached Mycroft's office, and we thanked her for her advice on how to escape. I knocked on the door as Aileen stood behind me nervously anticipating throwing a cake at Mycroft, and I heard Mycroft say to enter.

Now that Aileen and I are inside Mycroft's office, I'm taking the cake out of its box as quietly as I can. We are relieved that Mycroft hasn't turned to face us just yet.

The cake is now out of the box, and Aileen and I each took a large chunk. We then counted to three and each threw a cake at Mycroft. When Mycroft finally looked up at us, he was baffled by the sudden shower of cake. Aileen and I are preparing to either evacuate the office or kneel down and apologize.

Mycroft then got up from his seat and walked up to us, his expression unreadable. By this point, Aileen and I are afraid and anxious about what is about to happen, and I'm running through a million different scenarios in my head. However, what actually happened next surprised me...

When Mycroft took a piece of cake and threw it at us, he remarked, "Oh dear, you have something on your face," and I could see a smirk on his face. Aileen and I both sighed in relief and laughed at our situation, and Mycroft also chuckled.

When I grabbed a piece of cake and threw it at them, Mycroft got a large piece of cake and threw it at me. When Aileen did the same, she didn't throw it at Mycroft; instead, she threw it at me. This resulted in the two of them teaming up to hurl cake at me.

"Why are you two working together to throw a cake at me?" I claim.

"because I'm scared of Mr Holmes and if I throw a cake at him again I might actually have to run from MI5" Aileen shrugged, and Mycroft nodded at her explanation

Mycroft remarked, "That's a nice assumption, Ms Aileen."

I muttered, "That's not fair."

Mycroft pointed out that "what's not fair my dear is the both of you barging in my office starting a cake fight," and I sulked at his comment and threw a cake at them.

We were already covered in cake splatter when Sherlock and John suddenly burst into the room. Sherlock stared at us strangely, and John struggled to contain his laughter. Sherlock then came closer to us, and you wouldn't believe what he did: HE TOOK A BIG CHUNK OF CAKE AND THREW IT AT MYCROFT! and John watched from the sidelines as the cake fought began once more.

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38 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

#3

WHERE CAN I BUY THIS?! I NEED IT

43 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

Sherlock x John

Idea by: @emaster875 @cloudywinds

additional tags: @flynnsonlyfans @eggzandshit @sourgrapes-aa

(A/N: I'm sorry if they're both OOC I'm very new to this and sorry if there are any grammatical error, English is not my first language)

Mycroft had just answered a call and had moved to the landing area for some privacy when Sherlock's phone rang again, causing him to glance down at it momentarily while holding the newspaper he was reading. John frowned and tried to hide his feelings of jealousy as the notification rang, but eventually mustered the courage to ask Sherlock about the notification of the moaning woman.

John leaned forward, rubbed his hand along his pants, and asked Sherlock, "why does your phone makes that noise?"

Sherlock asked, perplexed, "what noise?" as if it were normal to receive a woman's groaning as a notification.

John nodded in the direction of the phone, trying to hide his jealousy as he said, "that noise, the one it just made."

As if John didn't know what a text alert was, Sherlock explained, "It's a text alert, means I've got a text."

John cocked his head sideways in confusion, "hmm... your texts don't usually don't make that noise,"

Sherlock said while concentrating on the newspaper, despite the fact that he was not actually reading it, "Well, somebody got hold of the phone and apparently as a joke, personalised their text alert noise."

John said, "So every time they text you..." as the text alert noise sounded once more and he felt jealous bubble inside him

Sherlock said, checking his phone, "It would seem so."

later that day

While John was reading a newspaper and thinking about how envious he was of Sherlock's text alert noise, he had an idea. He briefly looked at Sherlock's phone on the table and started his plan.

TimeSkip

Sherlock was back in the apartment in his mind while John went to the store to get some groceries. Suddenly, a low rumbling male growl groining sound startled Sherlock out of his mind palace, and he looked around the apartment to figure out where the sound was coming from. When the sound rang out again, he realized it was coming from his mobile phone.

When he checked who it was from and saw that the contact number's name was John, Sherlock turn gushing red and it took him a moment or two to gather himself before he could check what John had messaged.

I'm at the shop - JW |3:48pm|

Do you want me to get something for you? - JW |3:50 pm|

buy me some ginger nuts - SH |4:05pm|

John grinned broadly in recognition of his longer-than-usual response time, while Sherlock is trying to figure out how to hide the growing tightness in his trousers

67 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

WRONG PERSON (Mycroft x Reader)

(A/n: I'm very new to this, I'm sorry if Mycroft is a bit OOC)

Tags: @flynnsonlyfans @sourgrapes-aa @eggzandshit

When I opened my eyes, I saw two blurry figures whisper shouting at each other. I blinked a few times to clear my vision and saw a tall curly-headed man wearing a violet dress shirt and black trousers and a slightly shorter blond man wearing a beige jumper and jeans. I woke up to the voices of two people shouting, and I discovered that my hands are tied together and my feet are tied to a chair. I also discovered that I have a terrible headache.

Since they were unaware that I was awake, I overheard some of their conversations. The blond man said, "It's not a great idea to abduct a possible lover of the most dangerous man, Sherlock!" and the man with the curly hair replied, "They're not a possible lover of Moriarty, they are his lover," Sherlock added, "Why else would he bother hiding all their information?"

"Who's Moriarty?" I asked to catch their attention, they turned to me startled "you don't know Moriarty?" the blond man asked, I nodded my head no "Sherlock, they don't know who Moriarty is! we abducted the wrong person! have you lost your mind?!!" the blond man whisper shouted, sherlock looked at me in confusion "if they aren't Moriarty's lover then why are their information hidden so well?" he said,

"They're not the consulting criminal's lover because they're mine, dear brother," someone interrupted. I turned to the door and saw Mycroft the man I've been dating for 6 months, dressed in my favourite navy blue suit

"How did I miss this?" sherlock wondered.

"You're dating Mycroft?" the blond man asked, and I just nodded yes in annoyance.

"Why is that so perplexing to you, Dr Watson?" Mycroft inquired.

"Can y'all stop talking about who's dating who for a second and untie me?" I asked sardonically. 

"It's not fun being tied to a chair, especially if you have a splitting headache," I added. Dr Watson apologized and went to untie me.

"Thank you," I said, rubbing my wrist as I noticed the two Holmes brothers arguing. "Are they always like this?" I inquired, "every now and then yes," he replied, turning to the Holmes brothers, and I nodded in response.

I took a deep breath and whistled loudly with my index and pointer finger to get the boys' attention. "Are you children done yet?" I hissed, and the Holmes brothers abruptly stopped bickering. John then turned to me impressed "how did you do that?" He whispered to me, I just shrugged

Sherlock then suddenly looks at me and Mycroft rolling his eyes at what antics his brother is about to do, "He's gonna do "the tell your story in one glance" at me isn't he?" I whispered to John, and John nodded in response

"computer engineer, has a very low self-esteem, not in a good relationship with their family, intellectual-" sherlock started "Brilliant" Mycroft interrupted "what?" Sherlock asked "their intelligence is brilliant" Mycroft stated, I blushed at his word

Sherlock remarked, "very clumsy person showing by their fresh papercut on their hand, and a bruise on their elbow, has a pet dog." I laughed at his last remark, and he looked at me perplexed. "I don't have a pet dog, Sherlock, I always pet the neighbours' dog whenever I pass by it. And beside Mycroft won't let me have one," I murmur the last part

Because Y/n can cook and bake, Sherlock added a side comment about Mycroft's weight, and Mycroft added a deduction about his beloved. Sherlock then continued his deduction.

"I must say brother mine they're a keeper, are you sure you didn't pay them to date you," I threw the nearest item I first had, a pillow, and hit him in the head; he then looked at me bewildered, John laughed and Mycroft snickered, "what was that for?" Sherlock asked, throwing the pillow back to the couch, "but nice aim," Sherlock said with a smirk.

"I approve of them, Mycroft,  they seem to have the patience to handle your mood swings and iceman persona, at least because they're here you won't be bothering me," Sherlock said 

"I've never needed your permission for my personal matters, brother mine," Mycroft said as he approached my side and examined my wrist, as well as the previously mentioned papercut and elbow bruises.

 "yes, however, you may use my judgement as you see fit. both of you."Sherlock said then told me all of Mycroft's flaws such as his weight's insecurities and the way he uses his position in the government to spy on people, "are you done, Brother Mine?" Mycroft interrupts Sherlock's story about a person at Bart's that dated the dangerous man that he thought I was dating

"if you don't mind, we will be off," Mycroft said picking up my coat and helping me wear it and picking up my bag that was on the couch, I said my farewell to Sherlock and John and went downstairs with Mycroft

Mycroft opened the door for me and help get in the car, he went inside on the other side and then tap the window 3 times to signify the driver to start the vehicle

I was contemplating what Sherlock had said as I stared out the window when I felt a hand on my knee. I turned to see Mycroft and he was already looking at me. I smiled at him and entwined our fingers together, and he squeezed them and smiled back. I sat closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder and slowly fell asleep as he kissed my head.

101 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕🎈

Hmm. I found this question quite hard. But, I think that's bc I tried to over think it.

I have 2 fics I'm very happy with.

The first one is 'Birthdays. Don't. Matter.' It's a Johnlock fic where John learns about Sherlock's birthday. It also explains why Sherlock had never shared his birthday before. John loves Sherlock and although he's not told him, he wants to show him how loved he truly is. I've added a link to it if anyone is interested. I am proud of this one as the flashback to Sherlock's childhood is directly inspired by my own. I would sit at the window waiting just for no one to show up. I've not celebrated my birthday in several years now, and no one really knows when it is.

The second isn't finished yet. It's a slow burn called 'don't make me fuck you in space' . I'll put a little except under the cut. It's an ironstrange fic that is set after NYC attack. Stephen hasn't had the accident yet and Tony is struggling with his PTSD. All Tony wants, is to be near the man he had fallen in love with. Stephen just wants to be left alone. I am so far really liking this one as it started out as just a silly little prompt I saw but it has turned into something deeper. I'm hoping to delve into Tony's mental health issues as well as go into Stephen's. It has completely taken a life of its own. What was going to be a fun little shot, it is now a longer fic that will have a sequel.

Anyway, thank you so much for asking this. I don't tend to think about my fics. I just love to write so once it's posted, I hardly go back to them.

An Excerpt from, 'Don't Make Me Fuck You in Space'

The door opened automatically when he arrived. The room wasn't large. One wall had been made into a large window. Staring out into space and seeing Earth perfectly. There were two rows of benches with cushions along. The door was directly opposite the window. In the front left corner, Stephen could see Tony. He had headphones on and was drinking a can of rockstar. 

Stephen gave a quick look over the rest of the room and started walking towards Tony. 

Tony didn't give any indication that he knew he was no longer alone. He kept staring out the window. 

"Tony?" 

Nothing. He repeated himself. This time Tony took off his headphones. He still didn't move. 

Stephen took a deep breath. Preparing to apologise and make things right, instead what came out his mouth was, "Those are terrible for your heart." He always felt more comfortable hiding behind medicine. It was easier. He wasn't even sure how Tony had gotten it. It would have had to have been included in the initial packing, but who would let a man with heart problems bring an energy drink with him to space? It didn't make sense. Then again, Tony gave the impression that no one could stop him from doing anything. 

Tony smiled in response to the terrible joke. He tipped the can towards Stephen in offering. He was about to decline when he realised if he drank it, Tony wouldn't. He took it and drank some. He remembered how many he used to drink while he was still a student. He hadn't had one since. "I wanted you," 

Stephen looked towards Tony. He was still looking out the window and he was talking quietly. Almost for his ears only. "I saw you, and I wanted you. No one else. You didn't even see me," Stephen had no idea what Tony was talking about, but didn't want to disrupt him. They were finally talking - sorta. "You came into my examination room, asked my doctor where someone was," He smiled at the memory while Stephen struggled to place it. "I already had planned to go to space, I was going to come alone," Tony turned to face Stephen then, "I knew then - when I saw you - that I didn't want to be alone anymore." 

He didn't know what to say. 

He placed the memory. He had gotten a message on his pager from Christine, and had gone to find her. He noticed that Dr West had been in a nearby room and quickly popped in. He hardly noticed the patient. Dismissing them immediately as they were not Dr West. He had told him where to find Christine and he left without another word. He could see Tony now. Blood speckled over him. His mouth slightly open as he looked at him in the doorway. He was hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV. He had been ignored - now Stephen was saddened by his past self. This memory clearly meant something to Tony and he had practically forgotten about it. 

Looking at Tony's face, he could see the blood that had marked him before. 

He lifted his hand to Tony's face as if to wipe it away. His words turned in his mind. And he realised that maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to be alone either.

[ohmrshudsontookmyskull]

So now that I've had a chance to catch up on sleep debt from, you know, the nights I slept like shit with the lights on all night to warn off looters (seriously...before the storm was even gone...one of our friends' boats was already ransacked...), everything looks a lot better re: what we've lost.

The gofundme hit its goal (thank you terribly to anyone who gave, even a little).

We have a place to go, even if lack of privacy will be an issue for a while in the small space. We have transport, even if it's a weird tiny '99 Camarro that can't fit half the stuff we've been given.

We have a future (the apartment complex will rebuild, the landlady wants us back in very much cause we're great and not the people necessitating 911 calls for violent altercations, we're top of the list to come back when repairs are done and they get the fucking boats out the parking lot once the owners finally hand over their insurance info and maybe we'll even snag a 2nd floor place: I can have my spot next door to the library back, I can watch dolphins in the river, play my lyre on the waters and walk to work past the seasonal duckling crop.)

Now that I'm on better health balance and a lot of the work is done, things look...brighter, even if there are sucky bits left to get through.

We are very, very lucky. Not everyone has been.

Remember, not all of Hurricane Ian's victims were people who could just pack up and leave. Not everyone has jobs that understand, or come together to clothe people the way my workplace took care of my family. My mom works in the hospital and they were gonna put her on unpaid leave when she didn't even have transportation to get there. When you're reading all the thinkpieces and pundit commentary...please, a lot of us just had to sit here and take this. And Florida is so much more than DeSantis and his evil ilk. Think gently of us who abide in this bizarre, fascinating, foolish place, under the wings of feral parrots.

And thank you for witnessing my agony over the past...Christ, has it been two weeks already? I'm sorry it's not the regularly scheduled Johnlock banshee howling, but it's been a lot that needed venting.

It hurts, but I can feel where the healing will happen now.

If you can, please consider giving to orgs and people down here: there's so much that needs done. The difference that simple human kindness makes is, alone, absolutely staggering.