#lestrade is no fool

[lokijiro]

One detail I love in ASIP is that Lestrade works out what Sherlock meant by "pink", and figures out that Sherlock must have found the case and kept it at his flat. Oh, and he even knows how to put some pressure on Sherlock to get him to stop and listen.

I hc that Lestrade confiscated the IDs that Sherlock pickpocketed from him during the drugs bust (but of course not the one that was in Sherlock’s coat).

[strawberrywinter4]

no cause why can I imagine Lestrade with a cat🥹

April fools! Lestrade loves his feline friends!

[swamp-adder]

"Watson!"

I knew that voice, but the sharp note of alarm in it was new to me.

"Watson -- oh God." There were hands on me, shaking me lightly, causing a slight groan to escape me.

"It's all right, Watson. You're going to be all right." My friend was babbling the same kind of meaningless reassurances I had given to too many patients to count, though in a tone that suggested it was himself he was trying to reassure more than me.

There was a sudden pressure on my abdomen which sent another spike of pain through me, and I gasped.

"I'm sorry, my dear fellow, I know that it hurts, but I must try to slow the bleeding. Lestrade has gone to fetch a doctor, he will be back soon."

I was awake enough now to open my eyes and take in the image of my friend leaning over me, his face pale and strained. He had removed his coat and was pressing it firmly against the spot where the bullet had entered my body. Despite this attempt to stem the bleeding, the coat was quickly becoming soaked and my medical instinct told me that I was unlikely to survive long enough for Lestrade's doctor to arrive.

Accepting my own death in that moment was surprisingly easy, given the manner in which it had come about. I had taken that bullet deliberately, to prevent it from reaching Holmes. What better or more honorable death could I possibly wish for? I was proud to meet my end in such a way. I attempted in a somewhat halting manner to explain this to Holmes -- to reassure him if this was my time to go that I did not regret it for one instant.

"Nonsense!" he snapped, interrupting me. "Do not be such a romantic fool, Watson. Surely you realize that you are of far more use to me in life than in death? Really, Watson, I should be most disappointed if you were to allow yourself to succumb to so -- so trifling an injury!" The flippancy of his words was belied by the slight tremor in his voice as he uttered them.

By now any motion of my body seemed to send another wave of agony through me. Even drawing breath was growing increasingly painful, besides which I was beginning to grow dizzy from the loss of blood. My eyelids fluttered closed.

"Stay with me, Watson," Holmes ordered in his sternest and most commanding tone.

"I will… try," I managed to gasp.

"You will not merely try," he insisted. "You will do as I say. Do you hear me, Watson?"

It was beginning to seem as if would be easier not to try to breathe anymore.

"Watson!" That sharp tone, ringing with iron, was like a slap across the face. "I know that it is painful, but you must keep on breathing. You are not to give up. I absolutely forbid it. I have not given you permission to leave me, do you understand? I have not finished with you yet!"

I gritted my teeth against the pain and forced myself to draw another breath.

The voice immediately changed, became gentle and soothing. "That's right, my dear fellow. You are doing very well. You have never failed me before, and I know that you will not fail me now."

It was absurd to suggest that I had never failed him -- he had rebuked me for such failures often enough, as he ought to remember. Still, the power that warm praise held over me was quite extraordinary, and somehow in spite of myself I continued struggling for breath.

I had not closed my eyes, but my vision was fading to black in any case. My ears were ringing strangely and Holmes' voice sounded distant and hollow. Yet even as my strength ebbed, the pain itself was also receding -- instead I felt oddly warm and drowsy. If this is what death is, I remember thinking, then perhaps it is not so bad. I confess that at that moment I desired nothing more than to simply relax and allow myself to softly drift away… but he had commanded me to live.

And I would obey.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom. TW: suicide

Just in Time

They had planned it to perfection. Mycroft, Molly and himself.

Operation Lazarus.

If Moriarty did the unthinkable, Sherlock would jump. He wouldn’t have another choice. Mycroft disagreed. Molly despaired, but her faith in Sherlock was absolute.

Small mercies.

Getting John to leave, was the hardest thing Sherlock had ever done. He knew the next thing would kill him. If not literally, then mentally.

Sentiment!

Sherlock couldn't remember ever being so nervous in his life as he was climbing the stairs to Barts' roof. Moriarty was unpredictable at best, and lacking data was Sherlock’s least favourite thing.

Apart from deceiving John.

Sherlock told the devil on his shoulder to shut the fuck up before he opened the door.

It all escalated from there. In a downwards spiral that lead to one actual demise, and later to a faked one.

If only John had kept to the schedule Sherlock had orchestrated.

As it were, after Sherlock had recovered from the shock of witnessing Moriarty stick the gun in his mouth and pull the trigger, he retrieved his phone from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. John’s number was the first on his speed dial list. Mycroft’s was the second, Lestrade the third.

Sherlock took a deep breath to gather himself and pressed the call button. 

“Am I hallucinating?” Sherlock asked himself once the call went through.

John’s ringtone sounded from…behind him! Sherlock swirled around quicker than he’d ever done, and saw John standing there, seemingly calm and collected.

“I was just in time, I see,” he said.

His voice was steady, but the steel beneath didn’t fool Sherlock.

John was livid.

“So, what was the plan, Sherlock? Jumping off the roof? Would it be a magic trick or an actual suicide, hm? And what about me? Were you planning on leaving me out of it?”

John’s face crumbled a bit, and Sherlock took a step closer.

“John,” he started. “You…you must understand.”

“Understand what exactly, Sherlock?” John snapped. “Do you understand what it would’ve done to me? To witness you kill yourself in front of me. Thinking that my best friend couldn’t confide in me. Here’s a question I like you to answer truthfully. What if the roles were switched and I had done what you were about to do just now?”

“I would have followed you over the top,” Sherlock didn’t say.

Somehow his face hadn’t been as inscrutable as he had intended.

“That’s right, genius. It would have destroyed you, just like it would have destroyed me. Don’t you see? Are you, the most observant man in the whole of Britain, so blind?”

What was John talking about?

A pained expression crossed John’s face when he realised that Sherlock had no clue what he was talking about. He closed the gap between them and grabbed the lapels of Sherlock’s coat. John’s anger had dissipated and in its wake a softness emerged.

“Idiot,” he murmured, affectionately.

The next Sherlock knew, his lips connected with John’s in a warm kiss, edging on fierce. Sherlock could feel the tension in John’s body, but for every passing second it seeped out of him. 

“Is this real?” Sherlock thought.

A moan from John made Sherlock’s brain go offline, but his body acted on its own accord. His arms cradled the back of John’s head, he opened his mouth to an insistent tongue, and suddenly everything was right with the world again.

They kissed until the bells of St Bartholomew the Great rang and John made Sherlock promise to take him with him wherever he had to go to dismantle Moriarty’s vast network.

“We’re in this together, like we’ve been from the first day we met,” John stated. “I’ll rather kill you myself before I let you pull a stunt like that ever again!”

Sherlock had no doubt that John would keep his words, and in the end, it was easy to make the promise. 

“I would be lost without my blogger,” Sherlock teased.

“You bet your spectacular arse you would,” John quipped, but the fire in his eyes contradicted the joke.

“Forever, then,” Sherlock said, and meant it.

“Forever,” John agreed.

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Happy Christmas, Mr. Holmes

Sherlock Holmes x OC, established relationship, some fluff, some romance, humor, and sweet holiday feels🎄❤️🎄 four chapters, complete

Christmas comes to Baker Street in a form Sherlock Holmes had never envisioned. There's a sweetness in seeing the holiday through someone else's eyes, and there are lessons in holiday spirit and the nature of giving--as well as how Love makes the season even brighter--to be learned.

(One of my oldest fics, this is also one of my favorites ~ for it was motivated not only by my love for BBC Sherlock, but even more so by my love of Christmas. I put a lot of my heart into this one, and if you should give it a read, I hope you find it pleasing, and in keeping with the season! Excerpt under the cut.)

Somehow, without even meaning to, Sherlock's path had taken him here: Notting Hill, Saint Mary of the Angels Church. He certainly had not intended to end up here, not as he left the shoppe (its final customer of the day), his hot food wrapped up to be consumed along the way. Had he been woolgathering so much that he'd moved without thinking to the place he knew Tessa to be? Or, he asked himself truthfully, had he intended to get here all along, knowing that his heart really did long for the comfort of community which the brightly lit church represented, the warmth that seemed to flow out with the strains of music coming from within? The thought of Tessa inside, joined in prayer and song with others of her faith--was that the magnet that drew him here? A man who stood outside of everything this building represented, yet now wanted nothing more than to do as he was doing--opening the door to feel the tide of shared and simple Christmas gladness wash over him.

Sherlock allowed himself to enter the vestibule, but stopped there, feeling it was enough for now. He knew, not just from what he could hear (and remembering similar services he had attended as a boy), but from the time itself, that the service was almost over. It was quite enough to imagine her inside, singing joyfully, and most likely wishing he was there to share it with her. He felt a sense of peace that had eluded him all day long, a sense of belonging that had for so many years been out of reach. He thought of those who had made it possible for him to feel he finally fit in somewhere--of John and Mrs. Hudson, of Lestrade and Molly, and of his Tessa, who had worked a minor miracle of sorts; they had gotten him to this marvelous threshold, and she had managed to carry him across it at last. Sherlock felt such a swell of love for all of them, that he was grateful to be alone, fearing the light of it would shine so obviously upon his face that he might be taken, by strangers, for a fool...

tagging: @strangedreamings (who may have seen this a few times before😉) @ben-locked (putting the 'ship' aside, just for the Christmas feels?) @mousedetective @darsynia (because you 'get me' enough to appreciate this fic) @aphroditesdilemma @hithertoundreamtof23 (dunno if you like Sherlock, but I'm betting you like Christmas stories) @aeterna-auroral-avenger (for the Faith we share & which makes you a Christmas person 365 days a year)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Halloween Fics (MFLs) [October 2023 Edition]

See also:

Halloween Fics (Oct 2018)

Halloween and Ghosts (updated Oct 31/21)

Vampires (Dec. 2020)

Ghosts / Figments

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Hey everyone!! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Today I thought that it's been a long time since I've posted an update to my Halloween fic list, but I haven't read many new fics since, so I though for today's post (because I don't have anything ready anyway) I would go through my MFL List and post up the ones that have been recommended to me throughout the years! Please note I have not read any of these, these are just based on a tag search on my offlline list :)

And because I haven't actually been asked this year for some new fics (I usually do so I am sad lol), I guess I shall make a new list without one!

As usual, please feel free to add your own fics!

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Mummy��by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 901 w., 1 Ch. || UAP Canon Divergence, Halloween, Meeting the Parents) – Meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time can be a bit scary. Especially when your boyfriend is Sherlock Holmes. Part 12 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series

What Didn't Happen by Katzedecimal (T, 1,213 w., 1 Ch. || Costumes, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Halloween, Texting, Case Fic) – There is a very short Conan busying about the flat. He's threatening me with a sword if I don't eat something.

Until the final breath escapes by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 1,875 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Domestics, Established Relationship, Mild Gore, Kissing) – In a world turned hostile they hold onto their love until the final breath escapes.

John Watson and the Curse of the Were-Kitten by  ChrisCalledMeSweetie (G, 2,193 w., 2 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Supernatural AU ||  Halloween, Spooky Fluff) – Limping away from the crime scene, John glanced up at a nearby rooftop. His mouth dropped open at what he saw: Sherlock, silhouetted against the rising full moon. Realising that he was gawping like a fool, John looked around to make sure he wasn’t being observed. When he turned back, Sherlock had vanished. All that remained on the rooftop was a small black kitten, padding between the chimney pots. Part 1 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series, Part 5 of the H.I.A.T.U.S. Prompt Fills

These Hands of Yours by okapi (E, 2,700 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Supernatural Elements, Horror, Hands, Anal Fisting / Fingering, Halloween) – Holmes has casts made of his hands. Watson falls in love. So do the hands.

His favourite pizza (delivery guy) by thewallflower07 (G, 4,298 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Flirting John, Annoying Mycroft, Med Student John, Horny Teenagers, Halloween, High School Student Sherlock, Pizza) – Sherlock is staying at a hotel on Halloween with his family and keeps insisting they order pizza because he is infatuated with the very cute, blonde delivery boy.

Wanted: Empath by nutmeag83 (T, 4,886 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Empath John, Ghost Hunter Sherlock, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Pining John, Resolved Romantic Tension, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock is a ghost hunter and John his empath assistant. Near Halloween, they investigate a ghostly sighting at a mansion in the English countryside. The events of their investigation bring their feelings for each other to the fore.

Food goes on the food shelf by avalanching effect (G, 5,283 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Pre-Slash, Crack/Humour, Cannibalism, Magical Realism, Witches, Light Gore, POV Sherlock) – John, (without conferring with Sherlock) implements a system of organization in the kitchen. There are areas designated as 'experiment' areas, and others as 'food safe' areas. Crossover, however, is bound to happen.

In a manner of speaking I'm dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade's Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play 'Never have I ever'.

A Beautifully Frightening Revelation by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 6,486 w., 2 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU|| Ghosts, Haunted House, First Kiss/Times, Frottage, Fluff, Halloween, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, Spooky) – John and Sherlock are investigating an isolated country manor haunted by a mischievous ghost. A series of spooky incidents brings them together in a candlelit bedroom, the night ripe for revelations and facing fears.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

The Spirit Child by VelvetMace (M, 7,287 w., 1 Ch. || Psychological Horror, Disturbing Themes, Horror, Gore) – A small wooden box filled with clay and feotus bones yields more than just clues to a violent murder. A Halloween Story. Read at your own risk -- and I do not say this lightly.

Were it Well by merelypassingtime (G, 7,496 w., 6 Ch. || Shapeshifter AU || Crack, Halloween) – When moving in with the world's only consulting detective John is concerned he won't be able to keep his secret. Turns out he need not have worried.

In the Shadows of 221B by CarmillaCarmine (E, 8,299 w., 5 Ch. || Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Spooky Smut) – On a stormy, Halloween night, Sherlock appears changed, but John isn't about to complain about anything Sherlock wants to do to him. Part 10 of the The Stories of Angst and Heartbreak series

Let's Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE|| Halloween, Costume Kink, Established Relationship, Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It's Halloween and Sherlock's vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn't quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

The Subtenant by khorazir (T, 12,238 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, Halloween, Magical Realism, Humour, Ghosts, Banter, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – When you have ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Hence, there can be no doubt about it: 221B is haunted. Sherlock and John set out to investigate their new subtenant and find out more than they bargained for.

Hallowe'en Homecoming by earlybloomingparentheses (T, 12,594 w., 1 Ch. || Unconventional Relationship, Halloween, Sherlock’s Childhood, Family Videos) – Sherlock and John are solving a case when Mycroft turns up and persuades Sherlock to return home for his mother's Hallowe'en celebration. John thinks that seeing where Sherlock grew up will help him understand the detective better; instead, he finds himself more confused than ever. But it's John Watson's job to look after Sherlock Holmes, come hell, high water, or Hallowe'en, so that's just what he's going to do.

Looks like something the cat digged out by HOverSeas (T, 12,876 w., 1 Ch || Magical Realism AU || Post-TGG, Canon Divergence, Halloween, Hurt/Comfort, Werecat John, Temporary Character Death) – The bomb at the pool goes off, and takes both Sherlock and Moriarty with it. John doesn't agree with the outcome, so he decides to bring Sherlock back from the dead. But, of course, there is a price.

Zing and You'll Miss It by Raina_at (M, 14,980 w., 2 Ch. || Hotel Transylvania AU || Vampire Sherlock, Crack/Humour, Rom Com, University Student John, Love at First Sight, Magic, Soul Mates, Minor Mollstrade) – Every year, the monster community meets at Halloween for a big party. Sherlock is bored out of his mind as usual, when suddenly a handsome human stumbles into the monster party. Eyes meet, sparks fly, and Sherlock's entire world is turned upside down as he has to decide whether that tingly feeling is lust, love, magic, or a combination of all three.

The Masquerade of the Red Death by okapi (E, 16,800 w., 14 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, For A Case / Case Fic, Kink Exploration, Orgy, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bum Worship, Shotgunning, Daddy Kink, Corsetry, Cock Worship, Praise Kink, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Drugging, Wrestling, Love Confessions, Pet Play, Rimming, Public Sex/Blow Jobs, Shibari, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism) – On the hunt for a serial killer, Sherlock & John attend a masked orgy. Inspired by "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe. Part 11 of the Spooky & Kooky (the Halloween fics)

One Good Scare by blueink3 (M, 17,386 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Holmes Family, Parentlock, Misunderstandings, Family, Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Halloween, Happy Ending) – Mummy invites Sherlock, John, and Rosie to the country for her birthday, which just so happens to coincide with the annual Harvest Festival, an event Sherlock loathes. With John seemingly making the wrong move at every turn and with ghosts hiding in each of their closets, what will it take for their (Halloween) masks to finally come off?

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer -- a man who's been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to "treat" you. Boo.

it's not always black and wight by elldotsee (M, 21,385 w., 7 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Ghosts, Halloween, Case Fic, Victor Trevor) – By the time he turned eight, Sherlock had had more supernatural experiences than he could count or recall. He’d grown used to flickering lights, the whispers in the night, the sudden appearance of apparitions in the corridors. The dead were just as much a part of his life as the living. He went about his business, never disrupting theirs.Sometimes he talked to them, but they never talked back. Sometimes, he heard their stories second-hand, in the snippets of conversation between his parents at the dinner table, but they were never spoken about like real people. They were simply characters that formed the tapestry of the house, bumps and flickers of a life stuck in the in-between. That is, until he met Victor.

Haunted by Vulpesmellifera (E, 22,369 w., 4 Ch. || S4 Fix-It/Post-Canon, POV John, Child Endangerment, Halloween, Nightmares, Bed Sharing) – Plagued by the past, John moves himself and his daughter to a new flat for a fresh start - and it's not 221B Baker Street.While he grapples with new knowledge and old guilt, he's confronted with odd neighbors and strange noises in the night. But is it the new flat, or is John Watson losing his grip on reality?

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (E, 24,823 w., 4 Ch. || 1980′s AU || Halloween, Action & Romance, Costumes, Costume Parties/Masquerades, Mutual Pining, First Kiss / Time) – Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but serial killers have the worst possible timing.

From a Well, Dark and Deep by Vulpesmellifera (M, 32,691 w., 18 Ch. || Post S4, Supernatural Elements, Horror / Milld Body Horror, Bed Sharing, Possession, Hand Holding, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Coming Out, Alternating POV, Nightmares, Caring John, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is desperately trying to reconcile his newfound memories and feelings within his transport—a transport that won’t quit with the nightmares and the strange, fiddly anxieties that crop up at the most inopportune moments. On the advice of his psychiatrist—not that he’s thrilled to be taking the man’s advice, but needs must—he's going to mark the anniversary of Eurus’ torments. That explains why he visits the well. What he finds at the well, though, is entirely unexpected. Meanwhile, John Watson has finally come to terms with something he’s ignored his entire life. He’s ready to share that something with Sherlock, except Sherlock isn’t acting himself. It's not the time for confessions, and John determines he must get to the bottom of his best friend's affliction before he can reveal anything. Part 3 of Vulpes' Halloween Johnlock

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

A Sharp, Dressed Man Series by sgam76 (T, 50,221+ w. across 6 works || Series WiP || Vampire AU || Halloween Fic, Protective Mycroft, Kidnapping, Injured Sherlock, Psychological Terror) – Every once in a while, Mycroft Holmes is called upon to take matters into his own hands. It doesn't always go exactly as you'd expect. And he enjoys it more than he will ever admit.

FictoberLock 2018 by FinAmour & unicornpoe (M, 60,875 w., 31 Ch. || Halloween, Protective John, Smitten Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Injured Sherlock, Various Prompts) – 31 different prompts, 31 Johnlock fics: one every day for the month of October! Each chapter is a stand-alone story. Some are written by unicornpoe, some by FinAmour, and some are written by us both! They range in length from ~500 words to ~3500 words, and there’s something in here for everyone.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.

Skeletons Series by flawedamythyst (T, 174,262 w. across 3 works || Nightmare Before Christmas Fusion ||  Implied Character Death) – Sherlock's refusal to talk about his past hides far more skeletons than John could ever have guessed at. Halloween-esque AU.

[prasidice]

bread falling butter-side down

genfic | ~6k | tgaa/gbbo fusion with social media embeds

“Erm, it feels a bit like you’re walking on a cloud, doesn’t it,” Ryunosuke Naruhodo half-laughs, a little breathless. He scratches at his cheek, eyes wide as they dart to and from the camera. “I mean, you know, the second you get used to being in England at all, you somehow get tugged into applying for this, and you somehow get accepted, and—” “I mean, wot’s the worst that could ‘appen? Ya make a fool out o’ yerself on the telly?” Gina Lestrade asks, crossing her arms as she stares dead into the camera. There’s an edge to her gaze, like she expects the production team to confirm or deny. They don’t. A beat, then: “Nuffin’ much different than most your day-to-days, innit?”

Or: watch the world fall in love with this season's contestants of the Great British Bake Off, The Great Ace Attorney-style.

[specialagentlokitty]

John x Teen!reader - my dad

I have a request, for a John Watson fic. Could you do one where teen Reader is John's long lost daughter and Sherlock is the one to deduce it when she does something only John would do (maybe an eye roll or a specific headshake) and he tries to secretly get the two to spend time together like father and daughter? - Anon💜

Sitting in the police car, you laid over the back seats as you waited for your guardian to come back and he did after a few moments.

He opened the back door and looked at you.

“Sorry kiddo, Sherlock’s agreed to watch you for a few hours.”

“Can he take me on cases?”

“No.”

“Can I take him on cases?”

“What cases do you have?”

You shrugged a little and smiled at Lestrade as you jumped out of the car, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you padded after him to the flat.

He lead you in and you waved at Sherlock.

“I heard you have a roommate.”

“I heard you got removed from boarding school.”

You shrugged a little and walked over to the sofa, dropping yourself on it with a heavy thud and looked to Lestrade.

“Can we have pizza Greg?”

“If you want pizza order pizza, I’ll send you the money.”

“Thanks!” You beamed.

He nodded and ruffled your hair before he told Sherlock not to let you leave his sight and he left and Sherlock looked over at you.

“So, why did you get kicked out?”

“I ran away.”

“More than once.” He said.

“Ten times actually, they decided I wasn’t a so called right fit. It’s why Greg seems mad, cause he was the one who had to keep picking me up.”

“Well, he is your legal guardian so it does make sense.”

You shrugged a little and turned your head to look at Sherlock.

“Where’s the fool who decided to live with you?”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

There was a small thud, and someone came rushing down the hallway and stopped in the entrance of the living room.

“John, (Y/N), (Y/N) John. Now stop asking annoying questions.”

You rolled your eyes and john did the same thing, and Sherlock glanced back at the pair of you.

He watched carefully as you got up and walked over to john and held your hand out to him, formally introducing yourself and John did the same thing.

The longer Sherlock looked, the more he realised you two seemed alike.

He never noticed it since the pair of you had never been in the same room before, but now, standing side by side he could see it.

Mainly in the little things you did.

The way you rolled your eyes, the way you shook hands the exact same, the way you crossed your arms while you were talking.

Sherlock carefully studied both you and John.

“(Y/N).”

You turned your head to Sherlock.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock looked at you.

“Order your pizza I’m going out, John watch her, she’s m a swift one and will run.”

Sherlock needed answers and there was only one way he was going to get them, but in order to get them he had to go to the hospital.

You were now his new case.

He was never wrong, never.

You were related to John somehow, he knew that one, but he needed to know exactly how you were related to John.

You and John looked to each other in confusion and you shrugged.

“Do you have a history of running away?” John asked.

“From school yeah, and sometimes Sherlock. But if it makes you feel better Greg can always find me.”

“Lestrade?”

You nodded your head and held your phone out to John and he walked over to take it and sit next to you.

“Yeah, he’s my legal guardian, he has been for the past few years.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty happy with it, he’s basically my uncle, I’ve known him my whole life. It’s how I met Sherlock actually, he’s like a weird big brother I can’t get rid of.”

John laughed, nodding his head.

“Once you meet him he just sticks to your side like glue.”

You ordered your food and you and John carried on talking happily while you ate and you showed him a few games on your phone that you liked.

It took Sherlock longer than he thought it would have to be able to get into your file, but as he scrolled through it he couldn’t find anything that would help him.

“What’re you looking for?” Molly asked.

“Parents names.”

Sherlock looked at the bottom, but it only held your mums name, absolutely no mention of who your father was.

“There isn’t one listed, Lestrade tried that as well.”

Sherlock frowned and nodded his head, reluctantly there was only one person he could ask now. The only person who could access to your information.

He didn’t want to, but it was driving him crazy and he needed to know so he paced back and forth as he waited for a reply from his older brother.

Mycroft: I’m only sending you this so then you owe me a favour when the time comes. (Y/N)s biological father was listed as John Watson, except (Y/N)s mother walked away without telling him. He has no clue.

Sherlock nodded to his, stuffing his phone in his pocket he started to run scenarios through his head on what to do next.

He could tell you both, but that seemed boring to him.

He could tell Lestrade, but that always seemed boring to him.

No, he was going to wait, just keep making you two spend time together.

He was partially doing it to cure himself from his eternal boredom, but at the same time he was doing it for you and John.

He didn’t know how the pair of you would react, and he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath if it went wrong.

Sherlock spent days researching into what parents did with the children, how the bonded and how they spent time together.

He read, watched videos, asked online, gathering as much information as he possible could before he settled on starting simple.

He sent you two to get something to eat since he didn’t want any food, he sent you two to the movies, concerts, anything for a day out to spend time together.

You and John got along really well, but you were all starting to get suspicious of him, and when Lestrade watched Sherlock send you and John somewhere he turned around.

“Right, what the bloody hell are you playing at now?” He asked.

“Johns her father.”

Lestrade stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

Sherlock turned his laptop and showed a formal document, a formal birth certificate which listened both mother and father.

“Her mother burned the original copy, Mycroft had to do some digging just to find this. (Y/N)s mother didn’t want anyone to know who the father was so she could claim child support of different men in different cities.”

“Is that why for the past three months you have been doing anything to get the two to spend time with each other?”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“John has a right to know, and so does (Y/N) but it would be easier to tell them if they already get along.”

“Well has it worked?”

“No they’re more like friends, or brother and sister.”

Lestrade laughed a little and clasped a hand on sherlocks shoulder.

“Just tell them.”

Sherlock nodded, it was about time he told the pair of you.

You and John were walking around, talking about what he did while he was a soldier and you stopped by the gates of the cemetery.

“Can you give me a minute?”

“Of course, take as long as you need, do you want me to come with you?”

You looked through the gates for a minutes and nodded your head.

You had never been here alone, Lestrade or Sherlock always came with you, so you didn’t want to go in by yourself.

You walked along the path, and John carefully watched you as you approached a headstone.

“Hey mum.” You said softly.

You went through the bag you had and pulled out a single rose you had gotten from the shop and rested it up against it.

John stood a few feet away, his back turned to you to give you your privacy and just waited until you were ready to go.

When you were you walked over to him and smiled softly.

“Thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me, are you okay?”

You nodded your head and started to walk, and John followed behind you.

“Can I ask.. how Uhm.. how your mum passed?”

“Car accident, it’s how I first met Greg he was the one to handle the case. They couldn’t find out who my dad was, so he took me instead.”

John nodded his head.

“Do you have any idea who your dad could be? Sherlock could help you find him.”

You flicked your eyes up to John and smiled.

“I think I know who my dad is yeah, and I know Sherlock knows. But anyways I’ve got to go, I told Greg I’d finish my homework.”

You hugged John and jogged down the street and John went back to the flat only to find Sherlock waiting for him.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock didn’t say a word, he just tuned the laptop to face him and confused, john walked over.

He stared at the screen and slowly picked it up, walking over to sit in his chair as he just stared.

“Sherlock I.. I don’t understand…”

“You’re (Y/N)s father John. Her real father.”

John excused himself, saying he needed time to think about what he just found out and as the next morning rolled around he texted Lestrade asking to come over.

He agreed and John was soon in front of your house with Lestrade waited outside.

“Sherlock finally told you didn’t he?”

John nodded.

“Is she in?”

“She’s in the living room waiting. She knows too.”

John nervously walked in and walked over to the living room, standing in front of you while you looked up at him.

“You knew I was your dad?”

You nodded softly.

“I realised after a few weeks… but I.. I was scared you wouldn’t want me…”

John rushed over and pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I want you, you’re my daughter (Y/N), I’m so sorry I missed so much.”

You hugged him back and smiled to yourself.

“Does this mean.. maybe we can go to parent kid events… and do things parents and their kids do…?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

John pulled away and looked at you.

“What about Lestrade?”

“Well… he’ll always be my dad, you know? He’s cared for me since I was like nine, but.. but I want to have by biological dad too…”

John smiled and hugged you tightly again.

“That’s fine by me.”

[akwolfgrl]

Of fur and fangs part 4

<part 3

Mike, can I borrow your phone?” Sherlock questioned. He knew that Mike had a tendency to forget it, but he was hoping that Mike's friend would offer up his.

“Can't you just use the landline?” Mike replied, gesturing towards the one nearby.

“I prefer to text.” Sherlock felt like it was more time-consuming to call. People often wanted to “chit chat” when talking on the phone.

“No, sorry, must have left it at my desk," Mike apologized.

“Here, use mine.” The other man walked forward, his phone held in his outstretched hand.

“Thanks.” Sherlock took the phone, his fingertips brushing lightly against the other man's skin. Being a vampire gave him a greater sense of touch. You never fool a vampire with fake things such as money and silk. The texture was far too different.

“This is John Watson, an old friend of mine.” Mike announced, trying to smother a grin.

John had clearly been a surgeon, not just a doctor or medic. The tiny marks were from a scalpel; they were far too clean and smooth to be from anything else. His hands were tan but not above the wrist. There had been tiny microscopic nicks and cuts on his fingers. He could smell John better now. Sherlock could smell musk, mint, tea, and gunpowder. Perhaps a coyote shifter. It fits with the hair color and the fact he had been in a desert. Which desert remains to be seen.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?” he asked, taking a look at the phone in his hands while texting Lestrade.

The man frowned, his brows knitted close together. “Sorry?”

“Was it Afghanistan or Iraq?” Sherlock repeated himself as he used the phone to send Lestrade a text. The phone was a gift of sorts from John's brother, the marks on the cord hole showed signs of repeated abuse, then engaveing on the back showed a bitter end to a relationship and shame on how it ended. A normal person wouldn't give something so sentimental away unless it causes guilt and shame every time they use it. The phone was one of the latest yet affordable models on the market. A man like the one in front of him would treat such possession with such blatant disregard. His clothes, while a bit shabby from a long life, were well-kept.

John looked over at Mike, who looked quite smug. “Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you…”

Molly entered the room. John took a glance at her, Sherlock watched the man’s hackles rise, and his nostrils flail just a bit. He must have had bad experiences with a black witch at some point. Molly was a grey witch, meaning she did use body parts, such as blood, hair, and skin, to fuel her spells. A black witch takes it one step further with torture and death. Molly brought over his cup of coffee. It wouldn't do to have his flatmate against Molly who was of use to him, such matters were messy and not in the interesting way, the fastest route to stop anything from occurring later was to show how meek Molly was.

“What happened to the lipstick?” Sherlock asked, knowing that bringing up her failure to flirt with him would cause her to blush with embarrassment and shame.

Molly looked down, her cheeks red her shoulders hunching inward, trying to hide from everyone's gaze. “It wasn't working for me.'' Sherlock watched as the doctor's stance loosened a bit now that the potential threat was gone.

“Hmm, I thought it was an improvement. Your mouth is too small now.” He turned away from her. “How do you feel about the violin?”

John watched Molly until she left before turning his attention back to where it belonged. “I'm sorry, what?“ Hmm, he was perhaps a bit slow, which is to be expected from shifters, but he was a doctor, which meant he was at least marginally intelligent.

“The violin. Sometimes I play the violin when I'm thinking, sometimes I dont talk for days on end. I keep my blood in the crisper drawer. Would any of that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other,” that really wasn't the worst thing about himself, but it wouldn't do to chase him away so early, this one at least was a bit of a puzzle.

Sherlock watched John cock his head slightly to the left and it pushed his theory of coyote shifter further up in this list of possibilities. “Who said anything about flatmates?” John looked at him with suspicion and, strangely, amusement. “How did you know about Afghanistan?”

Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf. “I have my eye on a flat, and between the both of us, we should be able to afford it. We’ll meet there tomorrow evening at 7 PM. I have to go. I left my riding crop in the mortuary.” Sherlock started to head out the door when John grabbed his wrist. Firm but gentle, almost hot against his cooler skin. His body temperature always ran on the lower end, as did all vampires.

“So that's it? I don't even know your name or where we’re meeting? I barely know anything about you,” John spoke, asking a valid question on his end. Sherlock had already spent too much time here and really needed to be on his way.

“I know you’re a military doctor, invalid home from Afghanistan.” John visibley winced at the mention of that fact. “I know you have a brother that's worried about you, but you won't go to him for help. Possibly because of the drinking, but more likely because he left his wife. The name's Sherlock Holmes the address is 221b Baker Street. Must dash.” Sherlock winked, watching John's face flush slightly, the hand grasping Sherlock’s wrist let go. The taller man quickly turned away so as to not see the anger and / or fear flash in the man's eyes. He quickly strode off.

[starkraivennemad]

What's Said And What's Heard

They didn't know it yet - it was their last minutes being alone…

First came the hurt…

"Mummy! What in heavens name could possibly have given you thought of such a connection?" Mycroft Holmes scoffed at the very thought. "He and I? That's utterly preposterous!" "Excuse me?"  It was not so much the words spoken, but how they were delivered that caused Greg to lash out. "Oh yes, completely ludicrous. What a pauper can't look at a prince? I can help with that.  Maman? Let's go!" Greg glad they had arrived at the booth but had not sat. He grabbed his mother's hand. "Gregory!" "Lestrade." "Greg, wait." Mycroft, Sherlock and his mother called out. Greg ignored the latter two to face a stricken looking Mycroft about to speak. "Don't bother, Holmes." Greg had hidden his feelings from the intimidating man for over a year because of this very fear. I’m not good enough. Hearing it confirmed in words stung. They stung deeply. He’ll never be mine… "Greg!" His mother tried. "Mère, no." Were he not upset and already turned away, he would have noticed her surprised face at being addressed formally, something he only does when he is very upset, as he gently, but decidedly pulled her at her hand. We’re leaving.

Followed by the embarrassment…

"Gregory Michael Lestrade, that is ENOUGH! Unhand me now, young man!" Giselle Lestrade thundered once they were out of the restaurant and in the car park.  He had parked near the divider wall between self-parking from one entrance and valet parking from the other side. Whoa! Haven't heard THAT tone since… Academy? He immediately released his hold on her. He had not realized how tight was his grip until she shook her hand. Shite! What are you doing, Greg! "Maman, I… I am so sorry!" He tried to reach for her hand, but she snatched it away. "I don't want to hear it, Gregory. You are lucky we were such a nice place, and I did not want there to be cause of a bigger scene than what was already happening. What is going on in that thick gob of yours?" Fuck it all! This weekend had gone so great, now it's ruined! Head down in shame, Greg ran a rough had through his silver hair, setting it awry. "I can't." "The way you just manhandled me? Boy, you better try!" Greg winced at her words and shook his head. Giselle Lestrade raised her son to fear no one. Then again, his mother had not come against the likes of one Mycroft Holmes. How could he explain someone like Mycroft Holmes? He was an uber intelligent man who suffered no fools. Mycroft will claim he occupied a minor office in the British government and had the documentation to prove it, but after nearly a decade of knowing - Greg certainly knew better. There was nothing minor about Mycroft's true occupation as a global political player of such immense power the world is better in not knowing existed. Mycroft can bring monarchs and presidents to heel with raised brow. Calculating and ruthless, Mycroft was a man willing to make the hard decisions no one else could and execute them for the sake of Crown and Country. He was also a man of droll, yet cutting wit who loved his parents who did not always seem to understand him. Adores his not-exactly-a-baby brother who lives to give him grief at every turn as only a little brother can. The man who publicly scorned sentiment and romantic entangles with a motto of caring is not an advantage. The man whose plentiful condemnations were as cutting as his rare compliments  Tall, posh with legs for eons in his three-piece bespoke, pocket watch wearing suit of a man he was madly, but secretly in love with. The man who emphasized the preposterousness of that love ever being reciprocated moments ago. The man I just walked away from. "You wouldn't understand, Mère." Greg sighed as he leaned against his car. "Would it have anything to do with how deeply paupers love princes?" she asked softly. Greg knew by the question his mother had gleaned the answer. Of course, she knows. She the only person who can read me better than Mycroft. And she heard what he said… She leaned beside him against the car. “When did my brave copper of a son become a coward of the heart, hmm?” She was about to say more when voices were heard on the other side of the wall.

But then the surprise…

"Idiot boy! I'm not asking why you haven't told him. I'm sure you've concocted a hundred reasons why not. I'm asking how you, you who sees everyone and everything, have not seen it for yourself?!" Violet Holmes fussed. "Believe me, Mummy. He has excelled at hiding his feelings - even from himself." Sherlock drawled. Oh, HE’s one to talk! "Oh, don't you dare! Pot/Kettle, little brother, Pot/Kettle." "Oh, don't you dare try to change the focus, Mikey." Violet chastised. "And Liam hush! I'll get back to you your doctor fellow another time, don't speak out of hand again." "Yes, Mummy." Sherlock demurred. So, I'm not the only son to completely ruin Mother's Day brunch. Nice to know the Holmes Boys get taken to task by their mum too. “This is about Mikey being intimidated by Greg.” Violet continued. What? Greg looked at his mother and knew by her look of surprise he had not misheard. Mycroft intimidated by me? I am the one who is intimidated! “Oh, I am sure my brother has unconsciously tried his best to intimidate Greg.” Sherlock scoffed. “Are you aware, Mummy, that Lestrade and John are the only people outside the immediate family not cowed by his Iceman glare? I’m sure he’s tried to ward him off with his trademark Caring Is Not an Advantage lark – Ow! You kicked me!” Only because Greg had to stop himself from laughing out loud did it occur to him; he was listening in on their conversation. And I definitely should not be. Best to go before my feeling are hurt even more. “I did say stop speaking out of turn.” Violet huffed, “Besides, Mikey is correct, caring is NOT an advantage…” “Thank you, Mummy.” Mycroft said smugly. “Don’t thank me. I raised you to be wary of the pitfalls of love, yes, but not to disdain it altogether. Since when are you such a coward?” Without even looking at her, Greg saw the smug look on his mother’s face. He was not really cognizant of having moved until he had turned the corner.

Succeeded by the confession…

“Disadvantage or not - didn’t stop you from falling in love with me or I you, did it?” “Gregory!” Mycroft spun around at the sound of Greg’s voice behind him. Greg will treasure the day he caused surprised looks on not one, not two, but all three of the Holmes geniuses. “Maman was giving me the well-deserved what for too.”  Hands in his trouser pockets and blushing profusely, Greg tilted his head towards Giselle who joined him. “Sherlock, I know you can charm when you want to. Do it now and please take our mother’s back inside for brunch. Your brother and I will be in shortly.” “I will…” Whatever nonsense was about to fall from Sherlock’s lips evaporated as four sets of eyes glared at him. “I will do my best.” “You better.” Greg gave him no quarter, blithely ignoring the scowl from Sherlock, and the raised eyebrows from the mothers and the three returned to the restaurant.  “Sorry for listening in… I…”. “No, before you say another word let me speak, please.” Mycroft approached Greg. “You walked off before I could explain. The preposterousness of out being together was because I never imagined some like you would ever have interest in someone like me. It was NEVER that I have not sincerely wished for such between us. Mummy saw how much it devastated me to realize I had accidentally hurt you and why.” “And I thought someone like you would never be interested in someone like me. Your words, the way I took them sealed it. Maman saw how much I was hurt by you and why.” Greg smiled at his mother, then at Violet. “Nice to know you can’t hide from your Mum any more than I from mine.” “I’m beginning to see neither mother raised cowards, just two blind idiots.” Greg smiled gently. “But I think we’re both seeing clearly now – yes?” “Quite so.” Mycroft returned the smile.

Adding in the touch…

Eyes locked on each other; Greg realized it took Mycroft a moment for it register his hand was being gently tugged. Mycroft looked down to see Greg’s strong fingers slowly grasping to hold his. He and Mycroft have shaken hands countless of times.  This was the first time ever they have touched. “You…. You are the first person in YEARS, outside of family or physicians, to touch me…” Mycroft exhaled in wonder. “And to be blunt – you’re… oh sod this!”

With the kiss…

Greg is not sure what surprised him more. Mycroft using such a phrase as Sod this(!) or the kiss suddenly planted on his lips. Okay, he lied – the kiss absolutely was the bigger surprise. Oh, but a much, MUCH more welcome one! “Hello…” Mycroft was quite pink about the ears when they came up for air. “Hey yourself” Greg could not have wiped the smile from his face had his life depended on it. “I feel behooved to inform you that was seen not only by the valet, but at least two security cameras and…” Mycroft pulled out his buzzing phone without looking. “Oh?” Greg grinned was plastered in place as he spied the nearest camera and waved. “Tell Anthea she can give me The Talk on Tuesday.” “Why Tuesday?” Mycroft asked surprised. “Today IS Mothers’ Day and I don’t know about you, but I’m damn sure not telling Maman to fend for herself until she heads back tomorrow .” Greg headed back inside the restaurant. ”So, Anthea will have to wait until Tuesday.” “I do not say this often, Gregory, but I’m not following.” Greg turned around in time to appreciate Mycroft’s sardonic eyeroll in acknowledgement that he was in fact currently following Greg into the restaurant.

Concluding with, the promise…

“You want to tell your mother you abandoned her on Mother’s Day to get railed by your VERY soon-to-be lover? Because once I get your in bed tomorrow, Mycroft Holmes, we’re not getting out of it before Tuesday.” Greg winked. Greg grinned as Mycroft stumbled nearly going offline again. Whoa! Got Mycroft to short-circuit twice in one day! “Follow me now, love?” “Yes, I follow, love.”

…Before the rest of their lives together.

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@calaisreno @MayPrompts2024

#MayPrompts2024 - Prompt 9: Intimidate, Prompt 14: Eavesdrop

[sheriiam]

John: Anyone d-

Lestrade: Depressed?

Mycroft: Disliked?

Miss Hudson: Drained?

Wiggins: Dumb? You.

John: -done with their work... What is wrong with you people?! *storms out of the room*

[Sherlock: Hotel? Trivago.

John: *returns and smacks Sherlock* Trivago doesn't exist yet you fool.]

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Chasing Ataraxia

Always in motion, if not physically then mentally, the latter sometimes being more exhausting than the former. His brain never rested, and it made him frantically tug at his curls in despair before seeking out Mycroft and later Victor. Both were able to distract him and his thoughts that were whirling around in circles, making him dizzy. 

Mycroft wasn’t exactly the physical type and encouraged Sherlock to use his brain by solving puzzles. Oddly enough, that calmed him because his thoughts were focused on one matter instead of creating chaos, firing all sorts of information at him in a constant loop.

Victor took him on adventures with their wooden swords and tricorn hats, playing pirates at the shore of the lake. Sherlock was happy and free in those moments, laughing heartily, his brain occupied with finding hidden treasures and chase the invisible enemy. 

***

The six-year-old boys cried in each other’s arms the day before Victor’s departure to Canada. 

“Why can’t you stay with me?” Sherlock wailed. “We have a big house. You can sleep in my room. There’s space for you there.”

“I want to, Lock, but I can’t. Perhaps you can come visit?” Victor said while stroking Sherlock’s hair. 

Sherlock looked at Victor with red-rimmed eyes and hope rose in him. 

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “I will. Promise.”

Sherlock’s hopes were shattered by Mycroft. 

“Canada is far away, Sherlock. It’s better that you realise now that it’ll be difficult to travel that far, than to keep your hopes up. I’m sorry, brother mine,” Mycroft murmured when Sherlock threw himself into his arms and cried until his throat was sore.

***

“I’m going to find a new friend,” Sherlock stated when school started again.

“Be careful, Sherlock,” Mycroft warned him. “Not everyone is like Victor.”

As always, Mycroft was right. Sherlock was a passionate boy; it was all or nothing. When he got older Sherlock realised that his search to find another best friend and soulmate was a fool’s quest. 

In his Greek lessons at Cambridge, he read about Ataraxia, which was described as a kind of freedom from disturbance in the mind.

The phrase hit him like a fist to his solar plexus. That one word described just what he wanted to accomplish. He did sometimes manage to get the feeling from the drugs, but it lasted too short, and the aftermath was taxing. 

***

When Greg Lestrade decided to trust Sherlock, some of the excitement from his days with Victor came back. He got to chase visible enemies through a city he knew better than any cabbie, and his brain focused on puzzles. It was perfect except from one thing; he was alone on his adventures. Mycroft was no use anymore with his intricate government work, always too busy to pay his brother much attention.

Where can I find someone who’s willing to share this crazy life?

Sherlock knew he had built solid walls around himself. For protection against bullies, but he had a door in those walls. A door with a keyhole. 

When John Watson lent him his phone at Barts one of the last days of January, Sherlock gave him the key to that door when he asked him to meet him at Baker Street the next day. 

After John had tested the waters with him at Angelo’s, and later had shot that awful cabbie, Sherlock knew his search was over. 

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Summary:

“Think this through.” “I did. Don’t look at me like that. I did.” “You clearly didn’t. Are you drunk, Sherlock?” “What? No! Of course not. You know I don’t drink alcohol.” “Could have fooled me. You’re acting weird. Weirder than usual.” “I’m not acting weird, Lestrade. I just want to kiss you. Why is that weird?”

@chained-to-the-mirror @everythingcanadian @lavenderandvanilla

[ao3feed-asoryuu]

bread falling butter-side down

by prasidice “Erm, it feels a bit like you’re walking on a cloud, doesn’t it,” Ryunosuke Naruhodo half-laughs, a little breathless. He scratches at his cheek, eyes wide as they dart to and from the camera. “I mean, you know, the second you get used to being in England at all, you somehow get tugged into applying for this, and you somehow get accepted, and—” “I mean, wot’s the worst that could ‘appen? Ya make a fool out o’ yerself on the telly?” Gina Lestrade asks, crossing her arms as she stares dead into the camera. There’s an edge to her gaze, like she expects the production team to confirm or deny. They don’t. A beat, then: “Nuffin’ much different than most your day-to-days, innit?” Or: watch the world fall in love with this season's contestants of the Great British Bake Off, The Great Ace Attorney-style. Words: 5895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Asougi Kazuma, Naruhodou Ryuunosuke, Gina Lestrade (Dai Gyakuten Saiban), Mikotoba Susato, Murasame Haori | Rei Membami, Barok van Zieks, Maria Goulloyne | Maria Gorey, Iris Watson | Iris Wilson, Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes (Dai Gyakuten Saiban) Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Asougi Kazuma/Naruhodou Ryuunosuke, Mikotoba Susato/Murasame Haori | Rei Membami, Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes & Iris Watson | Iris Wilson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The Great British Bake Off Fusion, Fluff and Humor, Social Media via https://ift.tt/40MOKQq

[asherloki]

Can I request prompts 10 + 26 from the TS list with BBC Sherlock pleasee?? As fluffy as possible!💜

Rain and sunshine

Bbc Sherlock

A/n :- I'm doing these tropes fic now! Check them out! Here!

it's raining" I heard Sherlock's voice from behind as I stood under the shade of a book store. Yes it was raining and as usual I wasn't carrying an umbrella. I turned to him and replied with a big smile, "hey, what are you doing here?"

He returned a pretty smile back, "was inside this bookstore."

Sherlock and I have become friends since the day I visited my uncle's office, Greg lestrade, to tell him that he was invited to my house that evening, but anderson called me something stupid. He's my uncle's co worker and it was a work place, so I didn't want a scene, so I kept quiet. But then came he, Sherlock and answered anderson on my behalf that he'd never forget. Also after that I helped him with a case that required something to do with magic realism, a literary stuff that Sherlock knew I could help him with. And then we've met here and there and talked in phone, we get along quite well. A little secret between us, he also helps me deduce guys, whom I should date and whom I shouldn't. But strangely he never approved anyone. I didn't think much of it though. Back to the rainy day then.

"Looking for some book on anatomy of a human body?" I asked as he was a man of science I thought this is the appropriate book for him.

"To be honest, I forgot my umbrella so I was wandering around" he said and I couldn't help but giggle. So did he and then we both looked at the sky, there wasn't a sign for the rain to stop any sooner.

"Should we go inside and wander around?" I offered. Having him instead of being there alone was better. He nodded and we entered the book shop. It was such a sight every kind of book was there on the shelves. And the book store even looked quite classy. We both looked for books and I saw a book that I was wanting to buy for a long time,

"Wow it's here? I can't believe it". I exclaimed. Sherlock came closer and asked,

"You're going to buy it?"

"Of course I must ..." I turned the book and saw it was rather expensive for me so I put it back and said, "actually you know what, I have lots of unread books so maybe later." And went to another shelf. Whom was I trying to fool? He deduced what was the reason. As I looked for books, still thinking about the expensive one, I saw Sherlock paying for a book that was inside a brown paperbag.

"You got something?" I asked walking towards him.

"Oh uh... Just um... A book on anatomy." He replied nervously.

"I know, your thing." I replied.

"You got something there?" He asked taking the bag.

"Uh no, there was just a book on dirty pickup lines, I read a few and laughed that's all."

"I know something like that too."

"Do you? Tell one" I urged because I definitely wanted to hear the cold detective doing pickup lines.

"Give me your car keys so I can drive you crazy." He said with a straight face and then we both stared for a long minute before our laughter burst into the bookstore. We laughed and laughed until the receptionist asked us to lower the laughter.

I couldn't help but ask, "you? Where did you learn it?"

"Don't tell anyone but... John's texts to his girlfriends." He replied with a wink.

"You read those?"

"Perhaps."

"That's naughty."

"I know but too funny can't help myself ". He said as we're still trying to control the urge to laugh.

And the rain turned into light drizzle, so we both came out of that bookstore and stood under the shade of it's entrance.

"So I must head over to my home now?" I said .

"Hey um" he hesitated "this book is ... Actually is for you". Said he as held the bag out to me.

"What?"I was rather confused so I looked inside to see it's the same expensive book that I wanted to buy yet I had to put it down.

"It's expensive I can't take it..." I hesitated while he interrupted saying,

"Please, I insist, I'd be delighted if you accept this gift."

What can I say, how could I refuse him? So I took it from his hand.

"Oh Sherlock, thanks".

"You're welcome, and you know what?"

"What?" I stared at him, trying to figure out what his cheeky smile meant.

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back."

Again one of those pickup lines and I burst into laughing until he walked towards me and I felt his hand cupping my cheek and lips on mine. I couldn't think anything I kissed him back. I had to stand on my toes to reach a little closer to his height. After the kiss I looked into his eyes. And he in mine.

"Well..." I uttered finally.

"I didn't know John's pickup lines works" he said.

"Well they certainly does." we stood smiling to eachother. The drizzle ceased and a ray of sunlight hit the raindrops. London shone as bright as the sun.

"Tomorrow lunch? At that restaurant ?" He asked pointing to a fancy restaurant next to us".

I looked and nodded "sure".

His phone rang and it was John told him about a case that awaits for him. About a huge amount of stolen money of a millionaire and he suspects his brother. He heard and then hung up on John and said,

"I wanted to walk you home."

"Tomorrow perhaps."

"Tomorrow it is, see you".

"You too and listen save your dirtiest jokes for me you know".

"I will, perhaps John can teach me this time."

then he went to his adventure.

I walked to my home griping the book tightly, blushing all the way to it.

[penneferofvenerburg]

Snuggles with Sherlock

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Warnings - Soft Fluff /Pregnancy announcement - protective sherlock

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It had a few days now and your new husband Sherlock Holmes and genius thinker, he noticed Y/n Holmes had not being feeling very well lately and he wondered as to why.

The newly weds found themselves thrown upon the mercy of Edith whom knew Enola Holmes Sherlock's sister. " Oh my! Mrs Holmes? How on earth are you going to manage without your husband? Where is he"? Edith questions you, " I'm afraid hes been called away on business again by Lestrade from Scotland Yard"! Edith was not best pleased, she seemed to notice it too. " Begging your pardon madam but are you sure your quite well"? Edith asked as she hauled the luggage upstairs 221B Baker Street, " yes of course I'm quite well I Thankyou for asking though"! Y/n chuckles. You were standing out of blue the room begun to spin, and you fell.

" Oh my Goodness! Mrs Holmes"! Edith shouted, just as Enola arrives, " Y/N oh my yes I'll fetch my brother"! Enola ran yo Scotland Yard out of breath she panted as she knocked on Lastrade's office door.

" Sherlock thank the lord! Y/N's had a fall Ediths with her you're needed back home"! Enola told her brother, in a panic Sherlock looked at Lestrade whom was lost and seemed puzzled at the great detective had married.

Edith had stripped of you of your clothes and put you in a Lacey and cotton nightgown, The carriage ride home was a slow one but nonetheless it did the trick Sherlock and Enola had arrived back home.

" Y/n my darling"! Sherlock shouts there was no answer he knew likely why you maybe sleeping because of trauma to your head.

Edith was sat on the bed nursing you, when Sherlock your husband appeared in the doorway looking stricken with grief for you he was helpless he walked slowly to your bedside taking your ashen coloured hand into his he kissed it. Edith smiled at the tender scene before. " Dearest! I'm so sorry I... I'm a helpless idoitc fool"! He cursed. As you slept Edith advised your husband to send for a physician. " Thankyou Edith I appreciate what you've done so much"!Sherlock smiled, Edith took one look back at you and then turned back to Sherlock, " Just look after her"! Edith scolded him with a smile, Sherlock shut the door quietly sos not to disturb your rest.

A few hours later You began to come round, " Sher.... Sher .... Sherlock"! You crooked out. Sherlock's face when he saw you awake was one of pure joy and terror that he nearly lost you.

" Oh my darling .... (Sherlock kisses the back of your hand then puts it to his cheek) my dearest y/n I thought I'd lost you"! Sherlock crossed the room, tears brimming his eyes. You smiled weakly at him, " Hush I'm fine my dear I'll be fine again a few days time you'll see"! You told your husband. " No my darling sweetness you must rest I shall not hear if you getting out of bed otherwise I shall send for Edith to keep you safe"! Sherlock said determined.

A few days had gone by, and you still were forbidden to leave your bed by your husband you knew he meant well. On that Monday morning a physician had come calling by to check on you and your condition. It seemed that there was something wrong with you but not entirely unusual for a woman whose just married.

The physician went outside to talk to your husband. " Tell me what's the matter with my wife"? Sherlock asked frantic with worry. The physician smiled " she is resting you should go and see her she should be right as rain in a day or two you see Mr Holmes it takes time for a woman's body to adjust to .... whatever it is that your wife suffers from.... Good day to you Mr Holmes"! Your husband showed the physical out his words rung in his head.

she is resting you should go and see her she should be right as rain in a day or two you see Mr Holmes it takes time for a woman's body to adjust to .... whatever it is that your suffers from.... Good day to you Mr Holmes"! The words rung out in Sherlock's head as if he was somehow in an trance.

" Enola! You spoke as you lay in bed, " Can you go and find your brother for me sweetie I need to speak to him"? You asked with a tender smile, Enola smiled at you squeezing your hand gently then went to fetch her youngest brother from the drawing room.

" Sherlock Y/n needs you"! Enola told him.

Bounding the stairs two at him he opened the door to see you sat up in bed with your long hair plaited and tied with a white ribbon at the end. He beamed as he came to your bedside taking your hand kissing it.

" My Darling what is it? Whats wrong"? Sherlock asked, as he kept hold of your hand, " I.... I...I'm with Child Sherlock y..you're going to be a father"! You sobbed.

" A child.... You are with child"! Sherlock's brain struggling to comprehend it, " Yes my love! You are to be a father"! You choked out, as you held your hand, " Come give me your hand husband"! He watched as you placed his large hand upon your tiny bump, " Our baby sherlock! ... Our own baby Holmes"! You beamed with tears rolling down your cheeks, Sherlock took off his jacket and his waist cost along with watch inside and his boots and placed arm about shoulder, allowing your head to rest upon his right strong shoulder he kissed your forehead gently, " my darlings I love you so much the both of you"! He beamed, " Y/n Sweetness please God don't over tire yourself you're not alone now darling with a little Holmes remember"! Sherlock pleaded as he snuggled into you forgetting all about Lestrade and his cases. Enola Holmes the funniest kindest girl nothing like her aloof brother Mycroft Holmes.

" Goodmorning Y/n"! Chirped Enola with a smile.

" Goodmorning darling! Aren't you supposed to be with that Tewkesbury young man"! You point out.

" No hes since disappeared"! Enola tells you.

" Oh dear that's a shame"! You reply.

" How are you and little Holmes"? Enola asks afriad of touching your bump.

" Go on its okay hes the size of a pea at the moment but he'll grow,"! You smile as reach for her hand.

" Is my brother off somewhere .... with that Lestrade again"? Enola asked.

" he's infuriating I can't get away from him and neither can Sherlock he has a pregnant wife here and still Lestrade sees for to keep him late"! Enola growls to herself.

" Enola! Sweetie .... Your brother will be home soon enough don't you worry"? You assure her.

A few hours later Sherlock returns home to Baker Street where his wife was in the drawing room reading a romance novel of all things in her nightgown and robe hair in a plait again with the same white ribbon tied at the bottom, though he was thrilled to see in the parlour reading one of your favourite books Sherlock couldn't help but fuss over you. " Goodmorning my darlings how are you and my little Holmes doing this morning? Are you sure you should be out of bed my dear.... you still look a little pale"! Sherlock came to kiss you upon the cheek then he got on his knees in front of you to kiss your bump. You chuckled at him with a hand running though his silky curls. " Sweetheart hes the size of a pea at the moment"! You explained, " I know but I cannot help it, darling"! Came Sherlock's response kissing your head.

As the day unfolded Sherlock at his desk one eye on the case and one upon you, he continued to study it occasionally looking over at you.

That was until he happened to look up and see your head slump foward dropping the book on the floor. Rounding his desk he hastened to your side. " Come .....To bed with you my love"! Sherlock scooping young his arms and carrying to bed.

Sherlock placed you in bed sweeping your long red hair away from the flame of the candle. He kissed you upon the forehead then bent to kiss your stomach once more. " Rest my darlings I shall be up presently"! He whispered into your hair. With that you fell asleep for the evening, true to his word your husband retired to bed coming to you and very small little Holmes.

He undressed and got beside you wrapping you in his warm embrace his hand on your stomach protecting you both from harm. " I'm here my darlings I'm not going anywhere Goodnight my love I'll be here when you wake up"! Sherlock whispered Into you ear delightfully snuggling you and the bump that he secretly hoped would be his son.

The end.....