#platonic sherlock headcanons

[fictionfromthevoid]

Being in a QPR with ACD!Sherlock Holmes would include

Warnings (kinda): fem. reader

Headcanons for the original book Sherlock Holmes and reader being in a QPR (so the setting is the 19th century)

You are a teacher at a girls' boarding school when one day another teacher is murdered and Sherlock is hired to solve the case

You try to help as best you can and he quickly realises how smart you are

(Watson also thinks you are attractive but you shut him down very quickly, expressing that you have no interest in romance of any kind)

this earns you respect from Sherlock

Since his knowledge of the world is sometimes rather specific (he doesn’t know the earth moves around the sun?!), whenever a case requires knowledge he and Watson don't have he sends you a letter to consult you

You basically become pen pals

As a woman in the 19th century you are very limited but also very dedicated to give your girls a good education

so whenever you need to do a science experiment, want to test out a theory or need lab equipment and your school won’t help you you write to Sherlock

So in your free time, you can often be found working on some experiment at 221B Baker Street

Sometimes you also assist Sherlock with his experiments when you are free and Watson is annoyed

Accompanying them on cases every now and then

You are smart but also good with people which makes questioning suspects a lot easier

Soon you are a regular guest in 221B

Mrs Hutson loves you

Comforting Sherlock when he couldn’t solve a case, or someone he should protect dies

This is also when you first hug

Watson sent you a letter that they had a bad case, Sherlock couldn’t solve it and the client died. Since then he has been inconsolable. He plays sad music on his violin all the time and takes drugs and Watson is getting scared for him.

When you arrive he is standing at the window playing the violin

You march over to him, take the violin out of his hand and pull him into a hug

He is ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED. Completely freezes, every muscle tensing up

You don’t care and keep hugging him, so he slowly settles into the hug

He buries his face into your shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh

You stand like this for a long time

When you finally let go you make tea and talk about the case

Since then hugs have become a regular thing for the two of you

much to the surprise of Dr. Watson

The doctor doesn’t understand your relationship at the beginning

he keeps nagging Sherlock and sometimes even you about a potential romantic relationship, and asks all the time if and when you are gonna marry

After you and Sherlock have explained to him a thousand times that you don’t have romantic feelings of any kind towards each other and that your relationship is not like that he finally accepts it

even tho you are not sure he fully understands he sees that your relationship is rather like his friendship with Sherlock

When Dr. Watson marries, Sherlock asks you to move in after a while

This is seen as quite scandalous -an unmarried man and woman living together- and nearly costs you your job but you manage

Now that Watson is occupied more often you are a more frequent companion on cases

You also have more time to work on scientific projects together since living together

sometimes when one of you is feeling especially down long hugs turn into cuddling

You sit on the sofa together and just hold each other in your arms

You always make sure that Sherlock takes care of himself

You bring him food when he is absorbed into a case and refuses to eat. When he refuses to take even a small bite you will go on a rant on how his body and mind will break down if he continues to starve himself

This usually has no effect so you just start shoving food in his face until he eats it

Reading Horror and murder mysteries together and laughing about the stupid murderers

When you both retire you move to Sussex together

He tends to his bees and you take up gardening

[microwavablefork]

I think that, perhaps, I don’t exactly view Holmes and Watson in any sort of romantic relationship, but instead a close queer friendship. They do not have a romantic interest in one another, yet they’ll comfortably sleep in the same bed or be physically affectionate and cuddle with one another. They are each other’s worlds, though only platonically. Watson is able to love his wife while also holding a tender affection for Holmes, his best friend. (and vise versa… minus the wife for Holmes). They feel comfortable around one another to be ‘non-conforming’ in heterosexual terms, yet they would never persue anything further. Instead they find comfort in the fact only the other can understand their own affections, and just how much it means to them both.

Idk tho maybe that’s just me projecting my own experience in my own close friendships with same sex friends as an unlabeled queer person

[tremendously-crazy]

this is the type of shit john watson would get for sherlock holmes

[frickingnerd]

herlock as your adoptive father

pairing: herlock sholmes x gn!reader x iris wilson

tags: platonic relationship, found family, platonic iris x reader

you're not herlock's only child! despite neither of you being his biological children, he has adopted both iris and you!

you're the older one, but herlock had iris around for longer than he knew you

herlock hadn't intended to adopt either of you. he took iris in because of her father, while you were an orphan that lived on the street

for quite a while, he called iris and you his roommates and nothing more. but over time, he grew attached to the two of you, without ever mentioning it

only when one of you called him “dad” once did he tear up, trying to hide how happy he was

after that, herlock began to get the papers ready for an adoption. for a few weeks, he didn't mention anything, before he suddenly presented them to you during dinner

herlock tried to play it off as a joke, in case the two of you didn't want to become his family. but neither you nor iris hesitated to sign those papers!

herlock still treats the two of you very casually most of the time. he's not physically affectionate, so he'll only hug you if you initiate it

however, he does talk very proudly about his kids to his friends and coworkers!

and he also likes to joke that women seem more interested in him, now that he's a single dad…

[arttsuka]

The suspect got away, so sad 😞

I can't make him look not like Reigen help

(Ignore my terrible handwriting please and thank you)

[its-all-ineffable]

Any headcanons on domestic stuff with Sherlock and John, during any point in the series or post canon?

Omg, so many!!

John and Sherlock go to Angelo's for dinner after closing a big case. They make it a point to go at least once a month, and Angelo always gets them a candle. John has learned to stop protesting it. They pick this tradition back up after Sherlock comes back, and then again after John & Rosie move back in.

John falls asleep in his chair sometimes, often while Sherlock is playing his violin. Sherlock always places the blanket from the back of the chair over John.

Sherlock likes to stretch out on the sofa, he claims "to think" (rather like in A Study in Pink). However, he often falls asleep like that, and John always drapes a blanket over him when he does.

When there's no need to go out, or no one due over, Sherlock likes to stay in his pyjamas as long as he possibly can (always with a dressing gown on). Because his pyjamas are so comfy and are for bed, they make Sherlock feel sleepy when he's sat around in them. John looses track of the number of times Sherlock falls asleep in his chair or on the sofa next to John in the afternoons.

When John makes himself tea, he always makes one for Sherlock too, and sets out a plate of biscuits. Sherlock always has biscuits with his tea. Even during a case.

Since Baskerville, John has started taking sugar in his coffee (just a little bit). However, he always watches Sherlock when his friend makes it for them. It's a standing joke between them.

Sometimes, Sherlock finds John sat with his coat on John's lap, or finds John asleep in the living room using the coat as a blanket. This is a remnant of how John coped when Sherlock was dead, and was missing him. Sherlock never says anything about it.

Sometimes after a case, John is too tired to go up another flight of stairs to his room, and Sherlock has a very comfy bed. So they share.

Sherlock sometimes steals John's cardigans and wears them around the flat. John retaliates by stealing Sherlock's dressing gowns. Mrs Hudson has witnessed this many times, and always finds it hilarious.

Sherlock delights in being with Rosie. When John and Rosie move in with him, Sherlock dedicates hours to playing with her, reading to her and feeding her. He loves to take her to nursery/school, and always comes up with outings for them all to go on. Sherlock misses her when she's not in the flat.

Sherlock always insists on carrying baby/toddler Rosie when they go somewhere. Rosie always wants Sherlock to pick her up and carry her, even as she gets older. She also likes to sit on Sherlock's lap. John often finds them curled up together in random places in the flat, Rosie on Sherlock's lap and nestled into him.

I could go on forever but I'll stop there for now! Do you have any, I'd love to know them?!

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[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Obsessed with the headcanon that Sherlock Holmes only very rarely or even never says "I love you".* But Watson knows him, and he knows. It does not matter. He does not need to say it.

Bonus points if Watson does say it and it's just completely okay that Holmes can't say it back. He has his ways to show it, and Watson trusts him. I just don't think that Holmes - even at the best of times and comfortable in/with a relationship - would/could be very vocal about his feelings.

*This goes for both romantic and platonic interpretations of their relationship.

[wilsons-divorce-papers]

thinking about Sherlock & Co too much so have some orientation headcanons

watson: bi but still in the closet. he’s a staunch ally before coming out, but he was just raised in a small town and hasn’t felt free to explore his own feelings openly.

mariana: omni. i feel like she could love any and everyone (and would look good doing it)

sherlock: demiromantic asexual. i think his romantic attraction mimics his platonic attraction, which we’ve seen develop and deepen for both John and Mariana. in my mind, he leans toward sex-indifference and favors sensual intimacy.

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

ৎ୭. . . SORORAL ─── Platonic! Harley Quinn

⊹ ٬  Headcanon. Harley showed up at your door after years, broken by the Joker, and you, with more patience than common sense, took care of her. At the end of the day, no matter the fights or crimes, you were two inseparable souls, always ending up on the couch, reminding each other that sisterly love heals all.

⊹ ٬  Word Count. 2.14k

⊹ ٬  Content. MDNI. Violence, Blood, fights, drugs, toxic relationships, mental health, criminal behavior, past traumas, normalization of the self-destructive component.

「 (Adj.) Like a sister 」

You met Harley in college. The first time you talked was because you shared the same team project… and also a hatred for the same professor. It was all downhill from there. For everyone else, that is. You were at your best.

You were the Watson to her Sherlock, the Robin to her Batman, the salt on the edge of her daisy. Harley talked and you nodded, but not because you were quiet, but because no one had the energy to keep up. You tried to interrupt her once and ended up going on a two-hour monologue about why bats are adorable, all without taking a breath.

You were there for everything. Her first cry over a boyfriend who wasn’t worth it (and whose social media you hacked with brotherly love). Her yelling in the cafeteria about how her parents were the worst dynamic duo ever. Her fights with other students, where you just picked up her stuff and said, “You’re still alive, right? So let’s go.”

You were inseparable. You were her rock and she was your... earthquake. An explosive friendship, literally at one point. But then he came along. The guy with the green hair.

You heard about it on the news. "The Clown Prince of Crime Has a New Partner." At first you didn't believe it. Harley wasn't that kind of girl. But when you saw her picture with her makeup smeared and that crooked smile, you knew. Your Harley was there, buried under tons of chaos.

That day, at the medical center where you worked, you broke a cup. Not because you were being dramatic, but because it was the only way to make the pain feel real.

And then you understood: Harley wasn't anyone's Watson. She was always her own Sherlock, and now she was solving a case that was tearing her apart.

The reunion was a coincidence. Well, coincidence for her. You were leaving work, a long and boring shift, when the sound of a loud laugh made your blood run cold. You saw her leaning against your car, wearing a red leather jacket, torn tights, and a baseball bat that she was spinning between her fingers as if she was deciding whether to use it on you or not.

“Friend!” she shouted, as if it hadn’t been years since you last spoke and as if she wasn’t on the country’s most wanted list.

You didn’t know what to say. Harley threw herself at you before you could react, the smell of gunpowder and something sweet permeating the air. It was as if nothing had changed… but everything had changed.

You tried to pretend it was like before. You chatted for a while, forcing a smile while she talked non-stop, as always. She told you how she had “deconstructed” a bank last week, how Joker had said something “so romantic” that she almost cried, and how Commissioner Gordon “needed to relax, because, hey, a little dynamite never killed anyone… well, not many people.”

The Harley you knew was still there, but she was buried under layers of insane laughter and chaos. Her world was no longer yours.

“Why so quiet?” she asked at last, tilting her head like a curious child.

“Harls… I can’t do this.”

The silence that followed was strange. She looked at you as if you had spoken in another language.

“Oh… that’s why, isn’t it? …Because I’m a “criminal” now.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

She smiled, but not in the way you remembered. This smile was broken, crooked, as if she was trying to convince herself that she didn’t care.

—It’s okay, you know. I don’t need everyone to understand me. I have Mr. J. And he understands me better than anyone.

That hurt more than you wanted to admit. But not more than watching her turn around, the bat resting on her shoulder as she walked away, humming a song you didn’t recognize.

Harley didn’t look back again. Not because she didn’t care about you, but because she didn’t have room in her mind for you anymore. She had filled every corner with it, and you knew there was no way to compete with that.

And you, as much as it hurt, didn’t look back either.

Years had passed. A monotonous routine was your life. The medical center, the long hours, the patients who needed an ear more than a prescription. It didn't bother you, not at all. Listening was something you were always good at, and the idea of ​​a partner seemed far away. Between double shifts and sleepless nights, where was there room for romance?

It was a night like any other. Your apartment was silent, except for the sound of the rain hitting the window. You had left a forgotten tea on the table and were about to pick it up when you heard a knock on the door. Not a polite knock, but something desperate, insistent.

When you opened it, you saw her. Soaked, shaking, her makeup running from tears mixed with the rain. Harley. Your Harley.

"He left me," was the first thing she said, her voice broken and trembling.

You didn't know what to do at first. It was like time had gone backwards, but this time you weren’t in college and it wasn’t a fight with some campus jerk. Everything was darker now, more broken. Without saying anything, you let her in.

She plopped down on your couch, clutching a pillow like it was a lifeline. Between sobs and curses, she ranted about Joker. How he’d used her, how he’d betrayed her, how this time it was final.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” she suddenly muttered, looking at you with swollen eyes. “It’s stupid, isn’t it? After everything that happened between us…”

You stayed silent for a moment. You knew she was right. Harley had disappeared from your life without looking back, but now she was there, broken, seeking comfort from the only person who ever truly understood her.

“I didn’t think of anyone else,” she whispered, hugging the pillow tighter. “Because… because you’re my sister, you know?” The one person who was always there, even...when I didn't deserve it.

That was enough to make something inside you melt. You sat next to her, gave her a blanket, and let her talk. Because that was your specialty: listening.

Harley talked until she was speechless. Until her voice faded away and only the sound of the rain remained. You offered no advice or judgment, just your presence. Because you knew that, as much as it hurt, she needed you now more than ever. And, even though time had separated you, there was one thing that had never changed: she was still your Harley. And you, as strange as it seemed, were still her sister.

Harley didn't leave after that night. At first, it was like having a permanent storm in the apartment. One day she'd come home drunk, staggering around and singing off-key songs about what was (or wasn't) worth it in life. Another day she'd show up with a black eye and a cut eyebrow, muttering under her breath that "being the clown's ex isn't exactly a queen's title."

You couldn't say you were surprised. Harley was always a controlled mess… until she wasn't. What you didn't expect was how much that mess would absorb you. You became her nurse, her therapist, her babysitter, and, on the worst days, her bodyguard.

"Why do you put up with me?" she asked you one night, half drunk, with an ice pack in her hand and a split lip that you'd cleaned yourself.

"I don't know, Harls. Maybe because I'm dumb. But someone has to take care of you."

She laughed, that cracked laugh that always made something inside you clench.

You couldn't help but be upset. Because, come on, Harley had gotten herself into this mess. She'd decided to dive headfirst into a world of chaos and crime, knowing full well there was no net to catch her. But it wasn't hate you felt, or even resentment. It was frustration. Harley had always been a big girl, someone who saw the world as an amusement park, ignoring the warnings to "stay off the grass" and "be careful, wet floor."

Sometimes you wanted to yell at her. You wanted her to understand that you couldn't rebuild her every time the world broke her into pieces. But then you remembered who she was. Harley had never needed someone to yell at her. What she needed was someone to show her the mirror, to remind her that beneath all that paint and mess she was still her.

So you took care of her. You cleaned her wounds, you put up with her cries and her unhinged laughter. Because even though it wasn't fair, you knew Harley was learning. Maybe not fast, and maybe in the worst way, but at least she was learning. And if that meant being her anchor in the middle of the storm, then you were willing to hold on a little longer.

One day, everything changed. It wasn’t a dramatic moment, or a revelatory speech. It just happened. You woke up one morning to find Harley in the kitchen, her hair in two uneven pigtails, humming a song as she made pancakes that smelled like they were burning.

“Morning, Doc!” she greeted you like they were in a 1950s sitcom.

It took you a few minutes to realize what was different: she was smiling. Not the broken, I’m-going-to-do-something-illegal-in-less-than-five-minutes smile, but a genuine smile. Harley was Harley again.

Sure, she was still a criminal. She wasn’t going to change overnight, and you didn’t expect her to, either. But now she was a criminal with… what did she call it?

“Scruples!” she said, holding up a half-charred pancake like it was a trophy. “No more punching the bird boy in the face. No more blowing up police stations!” Well, maybe one, but only if it's empty.

You found it hard to believe, but you saw it. Harley was different. She was still chaos, but a contained one. And even though she didn't tell you, you knew some of that change had to do with you.

Then the invitations came.

"Come on, doc! You need to get out of this hole," she'd say, tugging on your arm with the same energy as a tornado. "I'm going to introduce you to the girls."

"Ivy" and "Selina" turned out to be Ivy the Poison Ivy and Selina Kyle, Gotham's famous thief. You spent a surreal night in their company, sitting in a speakeasy where laughter was more dangerous than guns. Selina taught you how to pick a lock with a paper clip, Ivy talked to you about the importance of caring for plants, and Harley was still acting like you were the guest star on her own variety show.

But the height of absurdity came when Harley showed up one Friday night and announced,

“Black Canary is coming to party with us! You know how many people can say that? Nobody, because we’re exclusive.”

The night was legendary. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed so hard or danced with such little sense of the ridiculous. Between Harley trying to do karaoke in a bar where no one had asked for karaoke and Dinah watching her next to you in amusement, you almost forgot that you were with a group of women capable of knocking down a building if they put their minds to it.

Harley looked at you at the end of the night, with a knowing smile.

“See? I told you you were one of us, doc. You can’t escape.”

And deep down, you knew she was right. Harley was still Harley: chaotic, unpredictable, impossible to ignore. But now, she was also someone who was trying to be better, in her own way. And you, without realizing it, had gone from being his anchor to being part of his storm... and it wasn't so bad.

The invitations never stopped. Harley was determined to drag you into every corner of her new life, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was like she was making up for the years she’d missed with you.

Roller Derby was one of the first things she forced you to witness.

“Doc, you have to come. I’m a legend on wheels!” she told you one day as she pulled out a t-shirt with her number printed on the back.

And she wasn’t lying. Harley was a storm on the track, charging at her opponents with a mix of skill and sheer madness. From the stands, you found yourself yelling things like “Don’t break that poor girl’s jaw!” and “That’s got to be a foul, Harley!” But she only responded with laughter, making a victory gesture as a rival player tried to regain her dignity after falling on her back.

“What did you think?” she asked you at the end, with a swollen eye and a half-dented helmet.

“I’ll tell you when my nerves are back on track.”

Burrito mornings became a tradition.

One day she showed up at your door at six in the morning, a greasy bag in one hand and two coffees in the other.

“Burritos and eggs, doc! The best hangovers are cured with food for champions.”

That became a recurring thing. Every week, Harley would wake you up early with the excuse that burritos “taste better at dawn.” You never had the heart to turn her down, though sometimes you silently cursed her when the caffeine wasn’t enough to keep you functional.

Other times, she’d take you on her “normal adventures.”

Like the time she decided you both needed a “spa day.” Her definition of a spa included going to a speakeasy with Ivy and Selina, playing poker with handmade cards, and ending up with nails painted impossible colors.

“Are you relaxing or not?” —Harley asked you while trying to dry your hair with a hairdryer she had clearly stolen from some hotel.

—I don’t know if “relaxed” is the right word…

And then there was her obsession with movies.

One random Tuesday, she burst into your living room with a stack of DVDs.

—Bad movie marathon. Time to educate yourself, doc!

You spent the night watching B-movies while Harley laughed more at your sarcastic comments than at the absurd dialogues in the movies.

—You’re a terrible critic, but I love you anyway —she said while throwing popcorn in your face.

But, of course, Harley wouldn’t be Harley without her chaotic touches.

One day she took you to a costume store because they “needed outfits for friends.” You came out dressed as a pirate clown, while she wore a unicorn costume. They passed through an ice cream shop, a park, and of course, a karaoke bar where she forced the entire bar to sing along to "I Will Survive."

It was exhausting, unpredictable, and honestly, the best few weeks you'd had in years. Because even though Harley was still a whirlwind of madness, there was something different about her. She was more herself. A criminal with a heart, a loyal friend, and someone who, after all this time, finally seemed happy.

And you, even though you never would have imagined it, were happy too.

Always, no matter how chaotic or exhausting the day had been, it all ended the same: the two of you lying on the couch in your apartment, too tired to continue talking but too comfortable to move.

Harley always took the larger end, curled up in a blanket she had declared hers. You settled on the other end, legs dangling because Harley managed to take up more space than she physically could.

At first you tried to watch something on TV, but Harley always ended up changing the channel every five minutes, claiming that “everything is boring.” So, in the end, you just stayed silent, enjoying each other’s company.

That night was no different. Harley was half asleep, her head resting on the arm of the couch and her eyes half-closed. She looked at you, somewhat sleepy, but with that mischievous spark that never seemed to completely go out.

“You know something, doc?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“What’s wrong, Harls?”

She paused, as if she was gathering the courage to say it, even though you knew Harley rarely had filters.

“I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time Harley had said it, but this time it sounded different. Softer. More sincere.

“I love you too, Harls.”

She smiled, small and genuine, and closed her eyes.

“In the end, we are sisters, aren’t we? We always were. Even if we don’t have the same last name.”

“We always were,” you confirmed, settling into the couch, letting the calm of that moment envelop you.

And so they stayed, Harley breathing calmly beside you, and you wondering how something so chaotic had ended up being the most stable and comforting thing in your life. Because in the end, no matter what happened outside, how much trouble they got into, or how many egg burritos they shared, you would always be her sister, and Harley would always be your Harley.

[bitter-me]

Now, welcome to the theater!

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Bungou Stray Dogs/Gaiden

Armed Detective Agency

Osamu Dazai - Falling Behind

Ranpo Edogawa - Coffee

Osamu Dazai - A Seraphim or.. | M. Reader as Sunday [Honkai Star Rail]

Port Mafia

Special Division for Unusual Powers

The Guild

Decay of Angel

Fyodor Dostoevsky - God-ish

Hunting Dogs

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Honkai Star Rail

Astral Express

Dan Heng . Imbibitor Lunae - The Never Ending Rain | M. Reader as Neuvillette [Genshin Impact]

Dan Heng . Imbibitor Lunae - I Hate/Love You

Welt Yang - Love Me, Love Me, Love Me!

Part Two : The Other "You"

Part Three : Yes, Your Excellency

Caelus - General Headcanon | M. Reader as Alastor [Hazbin Hotel]

Dan Heng - Extreme Weather | M. Reader as Neuvillette [Genshin Impact]

Dan Heng - Night Terrors | M. Reader as Xiao [Genshin Impact]

Dan Heng - The Past Defines You | M. Reader as Wanderer [Genshin Impact]

Herta Space Station

Jarilo VI - Belobog

Xianzhou Luofu

Jing Yuan - Everything Stays

Jing Yuan - A Blessing or a Curse? | M. Reader as Baizhu [Genshin Impact]

Jing Yuan - Golden Hour | Reincarnation AU

High-Cloud Quintet Troubles | M. Reader as Xianyun [Genshin Impact] (Platonic)

Penacony

Sunday - Charm You Later~ | M. Reader as Satoru Gojo [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Gallagher - The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide | M. Reader as Wriothesley [Genshin Impact]

Sunday - Like Father Like Son | M. Reader as his child (Platonic)

Boothill - Absolute | M. Reader as the Absolute Solver [Murder Drones]

Boothill - The Water is Fine | M. Reader as Arlecchino [Genshin Impact] (Platonic)

Others

Blade - Shanti

Argenti - Beauty in All

Dr. Ratio - A Waste of Talent | M. Reader as X [Reverse: 1999]

Dr. Ratio - Sweet Dreams | M. Reader as Layla [Genshin Impact]

Aventurine - Kilmer | Child M. Reader (Platonic)

Part 2 - Shama | Child M. Reader (Platonic)

Aventurine - Lucky Bunny! | M. Reader as Yaoyao [Genshin Impact] (Platonic)

Dr. Ratio - Well Deserved Rest | M. Reader as Medicine Pocket [Reverse: 1999]

Aventurine - Once Upon a Dream | M. Reader as Malleus Draconia [Twisted Wonderland]

Dr. Veritas Ratio - The Prodigy of an Outcast | M. Reader as Middle school Rui Kamishiro [Project SEKAI] (Platonic)

Dr. Veritas Ratio - Hitchcock | Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Dr. Veritas Ratio - The Logical Man and the Religious Man | M. Reader as Fyodor Dostoyevsky [Bungou Stray Dogs]

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Zenless Zone Zero

Others

Wise - Want You Gone | M. Reader as GLaDOS

Lighter - Flustered Biker Boy | M. Reader

Harumasa Asaba - My September | M. Reader as Mei Shijima [TBHK]

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Wuthering Waves

Others

Scar - A Red Herring | M. Reader as Sparkle [Honkai Star Rail]

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Reverse: 1999

Others

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Genshin Impact

Mondstadt

Liyue

Xiao - The High Elder | M. Reader as Imbibitor Lunae [Honkai Star Rail] [Platonic]

Inazuma

Kabukimono - Homage | M. Reader as C!Philza [Minecraft] (Platonic)

Sumeru

Wanderer - I Remember You | M. Reader as Ice King [Adventure Time] (Platonic)

Fontaine

Wriothesley - Who is He..?

Lyney - Mortals and Fools

Neuvillette - It's Punishment Time!!

Others

Alice in Wonderland | M. Reader

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Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw

Savanaclaw Characters - Another Lion? | M. Reader as Lingyang [Wuthering Waves] (Platonic)

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde

Ignihyde characters - The Game is On! | M. Reader as Sherlock Holmes [BBC]

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia - The All Seeing Eye | M. reader as Bill Cipher [Gravity Falls]

Others

Yuu and Grim - Stray | M. Reader as a Professor (Platonic)

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Project Sekai

More More Jump!

Leo/Need

Vivid Bad Squad

Akito Shinonome - General Headcanon | General Neutral Reader

Wonderland X Showtime

Rui Kamishiro - The Lonely Alchemist

Wonderland X Showtime - It Only Takes a Taste

Nightcord 25

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Headcanons: OPEN

Stories: OPEN

Shorts: OPEN

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Adam

Alastor

Lucifer

Husk

Vox

Platonic (Ask First for Romantic):

Charlie

Vaggie

Sir Pentious

Rosie

Velvette

Lute

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Masterlist: Other Fandoms

Harry Potter

Obey Me!

Love and Deepspace

Baulders Gate 3

Arcane

CoD

Sherlock (Specifically BBC)

(Feel free to suggest new content I should get in, too)

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[fictionfromthevoid]

Being Childhood best friends with Sherlock would include

After the Eurus incident the Holmes‘ move and become your neighbours

since you and Sherlock are the same age you become friends

Quickly becoming inseparable, no matter where Sherlock goes you aren’t far off

The Holmes parents love you since you are „normal“ and „a good influence“ and even Mycroft kinda likes you

always protecting Sherlock from bullying

„ hey, listen to me. You. Are. Not. A Freak. Ok?“

after uni, work makes you move away from London so you stay in touch with Sherlock mostly trough phone calls and Skype

John doesn’t know about you for a long time

He is completely freaked out when you visit one day and Sherlock HUGS YOU?!

Telling John a ton of embarrassing stories form Sherlocks childhood

John admires how you are the only one who can really handle Sherlock when he’s acting strange

You know how Sherlock’s mind works and how to help him when he’s stuck in a thought loop or freaking out

When his brain is understimulated and he’s dying of boredom you drive around in the underground together

he can deduce everything about everyone for hours which keeps his mind busy

he can only do that with you because you notice when he’s getting overstimulated and then you drag him out at the next station

Always playing cluedo together

After being introduced to John you join them on cases every now and then

Oh and you are probably fucking smart… I mean you are friends with Sherlock Holmes

You are the only person he hugs

when John marries you move in with Sherlock

You comfort him when he misses John and he feels lonely, he even cries in front of you

At the wedding when he wants to leave, you catch him outside and comfort him

As teenagers you took your dance classes together so naturally you dance a lot together at Johns wedding

still you two leave rather early and spend the night playing cluedo

People often mistaking you for a couple (just as with John and Sherlock), but you are both very quick to mock them for that

Christmas dinners with the Holmes family

Pranking Mycroft together

I think I need to end this here but I’ve got so many more thoughts haha

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Your Sherlock Life

Guys, I'm pretty free tonight. Or any time. Send asks with an intro of yourself or an oc and I'll pair you with BBC Sherlock characters (romantic or platonic, whatever you want), and headcanons.

If youre stuck on what to write, here's a list of (hopefully) helpful stuff:

Love language (either platonic or romantic: gifts, holding hands, touch, forehead kisses etc)

Dying your hair/piercings/nails

Fashion style

Ideal home (type of house/family dynamic)

Things you're into (hyperfixations)

Things you're good at (hobbies, skills)

Ideal future (marriage? Kids? Having a little bakery in the middle of london?)

Let me know if you want a male/female/doesn't matter pairing.

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status: open✅

🙏please note that it may take a while for me to write it

//masterlist//

What I write:

📝oneshot, headcanons, short stories, imagines

📝fluff, angst, etc.

📝reader inserts content

📝any type of relationship, be it romantic, platonic

📝ship x reader

📝Ocs insert content, but I need a detailed description

What I won't write:

🚫 smut

🚫 minor-adult ROMANTIC relationships (platonic is fine)

🚫 ship only content

Fandoms:

Hellsing (2001/Ultimate/Abridged)

Transformers (Prime, Animated, Idw)

Mononoke

JJBA (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan

Good Omens

Marvel ( the Avengers Movies, Iron Man, Captain America, Thor movies, Loki, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes)

Drifting Dragons

Attack On Titan

Dracula (2020)

BBC Sherlock

One Punch Man

Asterix & Obelix

That's all, bye-bye!!🌟

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[About Me]

Idk I'll write if you send me requests. I like marvel, books and sour apple flavored candy.

Spam likes and roblogs are encouraged! *but i like comments the most*

My Main focuses|The Avengers, Poppy Playtime|

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NSFW/SFW Angst Fluff Smut Neutral Platonic Headcanons Preferences Oneshots Blurbs Series & Fanfics LBGTQIA+ asks

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Fnaf 1+|Security Breach/RUIN|, Poppy Playtime|Ch 1,2 & 3|, Undertale, Assassins Creed |Syndicate|, Faith the Unholy Trinity, Cuphed

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Marvel, Harry Potter |+Fantastic Beasts|, Beetlejuice |Musical, Show & Movie|, House of Wax, Texas Chainsaw Massacre|Bubba & Thomas|, Friday the 13th, The lost Boys, Scream, The Adams Family, Alice in Wonderland, Disney Villains, Jurassic Park/World, Tremors, Clue, Murder on the Orient Express, Spiderman into the Spiderverse, Joker

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Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Psych, South Park, Avatar, Batman tas

Requests?|OPEN|

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My main Focus|Poppy Playtime CH.3 , Avengers|

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NSFW/SFW Angst Fluff Smut Neutral Platonic Headcanons Preferences Oneshots Blurbs Series & Fanfics LBGTQIA+ asks

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Fnaf 1+ |Security Breach/RUIN| Poppy Playtime |Chapters 1,2 &3| Undertale Assassins Creed|Syndicate| Faith the Unholy Trinity Cuphead

𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙎

Marvel Harry Potter|+Fantastic Beasts| Beetlejuice |Musical,Show & Movie| House of Wax Texas Chainsaw Massacre|Bubba & Thomas| Friday the 13th The lost Boys The Addams Family Scream Disney Villains Jurassic Park/World Tremors|Valentine, Rhonda, Earl| Clue|Wadsworth| Murder on the orient express Death on the Nile|Hercule Poirot & Bouc|

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Sherlock Supernatural Doctor who|10th & 11th Doctor| Psych

|Characters I Do|

Requests?|OPEN|