#rdj!sherlock holmes drabble

[olderthannetfic]

So I just want to vent here I guess

Some time ago I got into WB Sherlock Holmes movies. Great actors, upbeat pseudohistorical setting, captivating enough plot, a cool take on Holmes and Watson, making them both bastards worth each other, incredibly shippable dynamic between them — Holmes pinning over Watson is as canon as it gets, he’s openly albeit unsuccessfully competing with Watson’s bride/wife over the course of two movies. Sounds very promising, right?

However, this already relatively small fandom on Ao3 exists between two giants — fans of Sherlock (BBC) series who couldn’t tag their fics correctly if their life depended on it and MCU fans who, thanks to RDJ and Jude Law playing in both franchises, treat this fandom as basically another opportunity for Time travel!/Multiverse!/Reincarnation!/Victorian!AU of Avengers. Tony Stark alone seems to be featured more frequently than some actual characters from these movies. I’m not saying they can’t do that, to be clear, but it’s not what I’m looking for scrolling through this tag.

This makes all the usual offenders like RPF for actors mistagged as fics for movies and multifandom drabble collections formatted as a single multichapter fic instead of, you know, a collection even more exasperating.

Sometimes I just wish these two Holmes/Watson ships had separate tags at least, although I doubt it would stop Sherlock series fans from mistagging them as well.

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Nothing will stop the Sherlock fans from mistagging.

I remember some good fandom for the first movie right after it came out, but some of it may have been on LJ/DW.

[thebeethathums]

The Courier

Pairing: It Had to Happen: RDJ Sherlock Holmes x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Very very mild fighting and mention of injury

A/N: I have a way overactive mind and some times I just get random ideas that will NOT go away. So I inevitably have to write them down. Sometimes they turn into something longer. Some time they just are as is. I will label them as It Had to Happen in the pairings from now on.

John was sitting across from his flatmate Sherlock Holmes in a rare moment of peaceful quiet when the man suddenly sat bolt upright, “No. This is terrible.” “What is?” “It must be prevented. Too impulsive and devious. And there will be tea and conversation… It’s not too late.” He ranted rapidly, getting up to go to the stairs at a bound just as there was a knock on the door, yelling, “Don’t open that door, Mrs. Hudson. I can’t survive another visit. I’m still cross over the last…” He trailed off seeing it was too late, Mrs. Hudson had already opened the door and you were now standing in their hallway. He took one look at you and his entire attitude changed, something was wrong, “What’s happened?” You looked up at Sherlock from underneath a newsboy’s cap, revealing a badly bruised face, and your split lip trembled slightly, “It would seem I’m in a bit of trouble.”

He was down the stairs in a flash as you gave Mrs. Hudson the best grin you could manage, “Would you please excuse us? I need a word with him alone.” She bustled away gladly as Sherlock took in your appearance. The way you were dressed you looked like a young boy, clad in a masculine shirt, jacket, and trousers with your hair tucked under your cap and you curves expertly hidden, and now that he was closer he could see you were bleeding, taking hold of your arm as he called for John, who was still standing at the top of the stairs. Before anything could be done there was shouting outside and then a banging on their door, causing you to look over at it annoyed, “Bugger all.” “You led them here? You know better.” Sherlock scolded calmly, grabbing a nearby umbrella as his mind calculated what would happen next. “I thought I lost them but a blow to the head makes everything a little fuzzy, so you’ll have to excuse the fact that I was wrong,” you snapped sarcastically, falling into a defensive stance as the door flew open. Three men filled the room and Sherlock shoved one with the umbrella before cracking it over the head of another just as you clocked the first one in the gut and then smashed your knee into his face. John could only stand back and watch as the two of you fought in complete sync, each anticipating the others movements, and soon all three men were on the ground unconscious. Sherlock shot you a wicked grin, “Glad to see you haven’t lost your edge even if you did lead them straight to my doorstep.” You gave a weak grin in return before wobbling dangerously and leaning on him for support. He wrapped an arm around your waist only to have you pull away, moving to go up the stairs as you stated, “There are more. I have to go.” Sherlock began to follow you, “You’re injured.” You didn’t even pause, offering, “A very astute observation Sherlock. Now, why don’t you put it to use and fetch me some bandages and the like? Your doctor friend should have plenty.” Changing his course to do as you asked, he waved for John to follow you as you disappeared into his room, “Keep my work safe, Watson.” John turned to go after you and found you rummaging through Sherlock’s closet, finally pulling out a pink dress he often used as a disguise with a huff, “Of course… It’ll do I suppose.” You shed your jacket and trousers just as Sherlock walked in, letting out an annoyed sigh as he spun John to face away from you, “It is not proper to watch a lady undress, Watson.” John startled badly, not having realized you were a woman, and Sherlock smirked at him as he scoffed, “And you claim to be a gentleman.” Before returning his attention to you, “It doesn’t suit you, (F/n).” “That is hardly my fault… your taste in dresses is atrocious,” you responded, coming to grab the bandages from Sherlock as you shook out your hair and plopped your cap on his head. Moving past both of them, you grabbed a nearby bowl to pour antiseptic over a gash on your arm, the source of the blood, as John looked you over. The dress was slightly too large but it made you look distinctly feminine and your hair fell in disheveled waves down to your waist. You hissed in pain as you quickly bandaged your arm, going to the window as you did so to watch another small group of men approaching the flat, “Would you be willing to do me a favor, Sherlock?” “Of course.” You flashed him a grin as you opened the window and stepped up on the sill, “You have my thanks. Remind me that I owe you one later.” Before either of them could do anything you’d jumped, catching the ledge below to swing yourself down to the street and right in the path of the men. John rushed to the window in time to see you bounding down the street, leading the men away from their flat, “Care to explain, Sherlock?” “Not particularly, no.” He turned to level his friend with a demanding glare before his eyes found your satchel on the table, “She left her bag.” Sherlock took it up in his hands, catching the note that slipped out of it with a small smirk, “Her favor.” The note simply gave a name and location with ‘Don’t be late’ and you initials written underneath it and Sherlock grabbed his coat, “Come along, Watson, and grab your doctor’s kit. We cannot be late.” John knew better than to question where they were going or how you’d known to leave them a note, grabbing his things and following Sherlock out the door. They made their way to the location you’d left them and found it to be an office in parliament, the name on the door the same as the one in your note. Sherlock actually knocked on the door as opposed to just bursting through and a proper looking gentleman answered the door, “May I help you?” Sherlock reached into your satchel to produce a thick leather envelope the size of a sheet of paper and held it out to him, “Important delivery.” The man eyed him suspiciously before taking the envelope and examining the multiple seals to make sure it hadn’t been tampered with, “You aren’t the usual courier.” “She was held up but wanted to make sure it reached you on time.” He pursed his lips but seemed to accept that, “It looks to not have been tampered with. I will accept it.” Now that that was done, Sherlock stalked out to the street as John asked, “So she’s a mail courier?” Sherlock shook his head, “Hardly, she is a courier of important items and documents that no one else can be trusted with.” He just nodded in response, thinking that over, and Sherlock took off at a fast pace again causing him to ask, “Where are we going now? The flat is in the other direction.” “We, my dear Watson, are going to ensure she gets proper medical attention.” You arrived home to the smell of tea, letting out a heavy annoyed sigh when you saw Sherlock and John in your sitting room, John quietly observing his surroundings as Sherlock messed with your Viola, “Put that down. I just replaced the strings and I don’t need your clumsy fingers messing them up again.” John raised an eyebrow as Sherlock obediently replaced the Viola in its original location, wondering who you were to have that kind of pull on the eccentric detective. You’d changed from the dress to a men’s suit complete with coattails and your hair was considerably shorter and tied back in a pompous old style fashion with a ribbon, making you look like a French nobleman. Sherlock pursed his lips as you peeled off the jacket and shook out your hair, stating, “Your commitment to the disguise went a little far don’t you think (F/n)” Knowing he was referring to your hair, you shrugged, pouring yourself some tea from the pot on the low table in front of them, “A trim was long overdue and I’ll admit the timing could have been better but it was certainly useful in the moment.” He took the tea from your hand before you could drink it and pushed you down on your loveseat next to John, “You need medical attention, which Watson here will gladly provide.” John opened his mouth to get a word in since both of were behaving as if he wasn’t there but you shot a glare at Sherlock as you got up again, “I was rather enjoying you being cross with me though I am grateful for your help today.” He narrowed his eyes, “You made me cross with you on purpose? Why? I’m a delight and you enjoy my company.” “I did nothing of the sort. I simply meant the absence of your fretting was rather nice… additionally, it was you who issued the challenge remember? I merely beat you at your own game. I would have thought you’d be proud of me.” He pushed you back down next to John with a small smirk, “I never said I was not proud as well as cross.” You looked up at him a little surprised, searching his face for signs of deception, and he reached forward to gently graze the bruises on your face with a little frown. That little show of affection sent John over the edge, “Sherlock I believe you owe me an explanation and a proper introduction.” You both turned to look at him and you gave a small grin, “I see Sherlock has forgotten his manners as usual.” “I haven’t forgotten- simply ignored.” You chuckled and then offered your hand to the confused doctor, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Watson, my name is, (F/n). (F/n) Holmes.” “Watson, I’d like you to make the acquaintance of my younger sister.” He gaped for a second and then simply offered, “Well that certainly explains a lot.”

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fic updates the last week

Total Eclipse -- Fem!Reader x Sherlock Holmes (RDJ)

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Lost In Your Current -- Fem!Omega Reader x Dark!Alpha Tony

Chapter Four

Key to the Garden -- Fem!Witch Reader x Dark!Wanda, Reader x Dark!Tony, Reader x Dark!Sam, Reader x Dark!Zemo

Introduction

From All Sides -- Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony

Chapter Eight

And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill -- Fem!Mafia Reader x Mafia!Tony

Introduction

Open Up (Drabble) -- Fem!Reader x Dark!Steve Rogers

Take Her For a Spin -- Fem!Reader x Natasha x Tony

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Johnlock

Okay I don’t know what the hell is this or why the hell did I write this but this actually happened. My first ever Johnlock drabble. Please be gentle bcs I know for a fact that this is fucking nonsense

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“I love you.” It’s the 27th times he has heard the sentence stumbles out of John’s mouth. It’s the 53th times he refrains himself from blurting out the important question, the biggest elephant in the room. It’s the 53th times he almost loses his mind by letting the question bounces freely on his brain without a leash. This is enough. No more.

“How?” Sherlock’s finally asks. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from his clouded brain. John who was peacefully enjoying his morning cup of coffee, takes a double look at Sherlock when the question finally registers in his brain.

“What?” he’s certain he is as dumb as he sounds, but Sherlock’s question is just so bizarre that he cannot comprehend on a way to properly answer. Sherlock puts down the morning papers onto the table in an exasperated manner –an attitude he has gotten so familiar with after years of living with the man.

“It’s your 27th times saying the sentence, I understand completely the meaning behind the sentence –well, at least the science view of it, but I have been losing my mind by holding back the important question, and I have enough of it. It can tamper my brain when I need it to solve a case, so I need answer, John, now. How can you love me?”

“Sherlock? Are you seriously asking me about this?” he looks at the man in amusement. “We’ve been together for 3 months, and I have said that to you almost everyday for the last month… God, did you actually keep a record of it?” he chuckles.

Sherlock only looks at him exasperatedly which makes him wants to laugh even more.

I love you because you amaze me in a way that no one can, Sherlock. You are inhumanely clever. You took me in and brought me back to a life I never though I could have. You understand human in a way no one can, you understand me, and actually fulfill my needs. You said alone protects you, that being alone is your shelter, and yet you care for people deeply. I love you because you go out of your way to protect the people you care about –to the extent of falling from a building. You are willing to die for the people you said were a burden. But I love you, most importantly, because you came back when I asked you to. You stop being dead, and I love you the most for that. I love you because you stay despite whatever hell I throw on your path, because you wait for me to gather my shit and I took a long time at that, because you stay when Mary was here, because you stay when I blamed you for a mistake you have never made, because you stay even when she was no longer here, because you help me put back every inch of my life. I love you because Rose loves you. I love you because you said Sherlock Watson could work, and I finally agree with you. I love you because I believe you will stay for a little bit longer until I can make your wish a reality. You are an arse most of the times, and yet you save my life countless of times. You are still the best man I have ever met, the most human human being that I’ve ever known.

How could I not love that? John looks at Sherlock in a way to challenge him, as if Sherlock has the ability to actually read his mind and find a counter argument to his inner revelation.

“How could I not love you, you idiot?” John finally laughs as he goes back to his coffee, leaving Sherlock in one of the rarest condition you’ll ever see him –baffled.“I love you.” It’s the 27th times he has heard the sentence stumbles out of John’s mouth. It’s the 53th times he refrains himself from blurting out the important question, the biggest elephant in the room. It’s the 53th times he almost loses his mind by letting the question bounces freely on his brain without a leash. This is enough. No more.

“How?” Sherlock’s finally asks. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from his clouded brain. John who was peacefully enjoying his morning cup of coffee, takes a double look at Sherlock when the question finally registers in his brain.

“What?” he’s certain he is as dumb as his sound, but Sherlock’s question is just so bizarre that he cannot comprehend on a way to properly answer. Sherlock puts down the morning papers onto the table in an exasperated manner –an attitude he has gotten so familiar with after years of living with the man.

“It’s your 27th times saying the sentence, I understand completely the meaning behind the sentence –well, at least the science view of it, but I have been losing my mind by holding back the important question, and I have enough of it. It can tamper my brain when I need it to solve a case, so I need answer, John, now. How can you love me?”

“Sherlock? Are you seriously asking me about this?” he looks at the man in amusement. “We’ve been together for 3 months, and I have said that to you everyday for almost the last month… God, did you actually keep a record of it?” he chuckles.

Sherlock only looks at him exasperatedly which makes him wants to laugh even more.

I love you because you amaze me in a way that no one can, Sherlock. You are inhumanely clever. You took me in and brought me back to a life I never though I could have. You understand human in a way no one can, you understand me, and actually fulfill my needs. You said alone protects you, that being alone is your shelter, and yet you care for people deeply. I love you because you go out of your way to protect the people you care about –to the extent of falling from a building. You are willing to die for the people you said were a burden. But I love you, most importantly, because you came back when I asked you to. You stop being dead, and I love you the most for that. I love you because you stay despite whatever hell I throw on your path, because you wait for me to gather my shit and I took a long time at that, because you stay when Mary was here, because you stay when I blamed you for a mistake you have never made, because you stay even when she was no longer here, because you help me put back every inch of my life. I love you because Rose loves you. I love you because you said Sherlock Watson could work, and I finally agree with you. I love you because I believe you will stay for a little bit longer until I can make your wish a reality. You are an arse most of the times, and yet you save my life countless of times. You are still the best man I have ever met, the most human human being that I’ve ever known.

How could I not love that? John looks at Sherlock in a way to challenge him, as if Sherlock has the ability to actually read his mind and find a counter argument to his inner revelation.

“How could I not love you, you idiot?” John finally laughs as he goes back to his coffee, leaving Sherlock in one of the rarest condition you’ll ever see him –baffled.

[2babyturtles-ao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes (Downey films) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Johnlock Characters: Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: POV Sherlock Holmes, John Watson - Freeform, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Friendship, Death, Arthur Conan Doyle Canon References, Arthur Conan Doyle Style, Tragedy, Angst, Drabble, very short, possible johnlock - Freeform, John-centric Summary:

There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact. ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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Imaginemydearfandom’s Drabble & Prompts Mobile Masterlist

UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Hair

Nate feels self-conscious about his greying hairs and tries to dye it. The reader catches him and comforts him.

A Rude Awakening

Nate and reader are on a train hanging over the edge of a snowy cliff and they’re trying to get off alive. It has reader and Nate’s POV. Set in Uncharted 2: Among Thieves.

Sam Drake

Mine

Late night talks between Sam and reader. Fluff.

Rafe Adler

Prompt: “One problem, there’s only one room… and one bed.”

DOCTOR WHO

Tenth Doctor

A Merry Little Christmas

The reader takes the Doctor a few places to get into the festive spirit and to celebrate Christmas. Fluff.

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

The Perfect Gift

Neal and reader exchange gifts. The reader is really surprised by Neal’s last gift he gives them. Fluff.

Prompt: “No you’re…not supposed to eat it…”

BBC SHERLOCK

March Fifteenth

The reader is a history buff and helps out Scotland Yard. She notices clues on the victim that reminds her of a specific event in history.

MARVEL

No Part

The first part of the No Part series that started off as a drabble. The reader, Tony, and Steve are discussing whose side the reader should be on, though the reader doesn’t want any part of the Civil War. Angst.

Tony Stark

Prompt: “It’s the fame she finds sexy.” Angst.

Charles Xavier

Prompt: “I love you, marry me?”

Prompt: “They can’t get to me. I have nothing left.”

Prompts: “You’re safe now. I got you.” & “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

Frank Castle

Simply Observed.

While chained a chimney next to Matt, you talk to Frank and he’s both shocked and angry at what you have to say.

SHERLOCK HOLMES (RDJ MOVIE)

Sherlock Holmes

Footprints

Reader, Sherlock, and Lestrade are in a graveyard during a case. The reader finds clues and pieces things together that surprises Lestrade. (Slight sherlock x reader but not a lot)

SUPERNATURAL

Destiel (I DO NOT take any ship requests anymore!)

Sad Movies

While watching The Titanic, Dean gets teary-eyed and Castiel gets confused. Guest appearances by Sam and Balthazar. (Be warned it was my first post on here and the writing is horrible)

[thebeethathums]

A Study in Pink

Pairing: It Had to Happen: Jude Law John Watson x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots of Pink

A/N: Sort of a pair to go with The Courier... siblings everywhere.

Light flooded the messy room and Sherlock Holmes shrieked, throwing his hands up against the stinging brightness as John Watson chuckled. The doctor finished opening the curtains as he notified his friend, “I do hope you remember that my sister is coming for a visit Sherlock. I expect you to be on your best behavior and to put on something more than your nightclothes. She is a proper lady and you will treat her as such.” “Of course my dear Watson. I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.” John turned to give him a look that said I’m serious and I don’t believe you but Sherlock wasn’t looking at him, having moved to fiddle with something on one of the many tables in his room as he nonchalantly asked, “When is she due to arrive?” “I’m to retrieve her from the station at half-past two.” Sherlock moved to steer him out of the room, “Right. I’ll be otherwise occupied until four o’clock. Do not disturb me.”

The door was shut in John’s face before he could do anything and he sighed, he’d tried- now all he could do was pray to God that he didn’t do anything drastic while you were there. He looked at his watch, he still had a few hours before he needed to retrieve you so he might as well get some paperwork done for his practice. He was just heading into his room when there was knock on the front door and he went to answer it. As soon as your brother opened the door you pushed past him, “I hate our family, John. All of them. They are so dull and… and… tedious.” He was still sort of standing in shock and you turned to give him a soft smile, “Except you of course. I hate everyone save you.” He finally recovered, “Did you come here on your own? I was supposed to retrieve you and escort you back… it’s not safe for a lady to be walking about alone. I thought your train wasn’t going to arrive until later.” You rolled your eyes, “I just had to get away from Harry so I found one that allowed me to leave earlier.” “It can’t have been that bad, (F/n).” You gestured to your dress, “Do you see what he has me in? This pink atrocity… That infernal man knows I hate the color and forces it upon me just to infuriate me. He even insisted I wear this idiotic little hat.” You flicked it with your finger and then mocked your eldest brother, “ ‘You will be meeting the amazing Sherlock Holmes. You have to look your best, (F/n)’ I highly doubt a man as eccentric as you and the papers describe cares whether or not I wear a silly hat in this dreadful shade of pink.” John looked you over with a bemused expression-he had to admit it was the brightest shade of pink he’d ever seen and didn’t lack for frills and bows. You scowled at him, “Show me to your room.” He raised an eyebrow at your demand, “You’ve only just arrived don’t you want-“ You shook your head violently, “Now, please.” He led you to his room only to be shoved out and have the door shut in his face…again. He leaned against the doorframe with a sigh, he’d forgotten how Harry could so easily work you up into a tiff by insisting you wear certain dresses or taking you to places where you were expected to be seen and not heard- among other things. He was about to knock on the door, curious as to what you might be doing in his room, when it opened and you stepped out to provide an answer to his question. You had changed into a set of his clothes- a white shirt tucked into grey trousers with suspenders- and loosed your hair from its prim bun under the hat, shaking it out with a hand as you let out a relieved sigh, “I can breath again. I swear I’ve never been so glad to be rid of anything in my entire life.” “You can’t wear that, (F/n). It’s not proper for a young lady to wear a man’s clothing.” You leveled him with a flat and serious look, “I will wear what I please, proper or not. Father has already disowned me for not marrying that idiot as he demanded of me. So sod proper.” John let out a resigned sigh and you flashed a triumphant grin before throwing your arms around his neck in a hug, “Oh I’ve missed you so terribly, John.” “And I you” he exclaimed, returning your hug tightly before letting go when he heard Sherlock’s voice behind him, “I thought you said she was a proper lady, Watson. From what I see, she is a lady but far from proper.” You ducked behind your brother as a blush colored your cheeks and John scolded his flatmate, “I also told you to behave.” You rested your forehead on his back as you grumbled, “This is all Harry’s fault. I hate him. Him and that ghastly pink dress.” John turned to wrap you in a hug, reassuring you, “Chin up, little sister, you were the one who said sod proper remember? Sherlock hardly cares as he is rarely ever proper himself.”   There was a deep bark causing all three of you to jump and look in that direction before you gave a wide grin and dropped to your knees as its source, John’s bulldog, bounded towards you, “Glady!” You took him up in your lap as he licked at your face and you giggled, “You are heavier than I remember. Someone has been feeding you well.” He rolled off your lap and looked up at Sherlock as he let out another bark, as if to name the man as his source of extra food, and John gaped at him, “I told you not to feed him anything more, Sherlock. What have you been giving him?” You scratched at Gladstone’s ears as they began to argue and then looked up at your brother, “Come now, John. He looks healthy enough and he’s obviously happy. Let Mr. Holmes alone.” John flushed red, having forgotten you were there, and offered you a hand, “My apologies, dear sister. It seems in living here I’ve forgotten my manners.” You took his hand, gracefully lifting off the floor before he linked his arm with yours and faced Sherlock, “Sherlock I’d like to introduce you to my younger sister. (F/n). (F/n)- the great Sherlock Holmes.” You offered a hand for him to shake and a shy smile as you dipped in a curtsy, “A pleasure, Mr. Holmes.” To your surprise he bent to graze your knuckles with a kiss, eyes locked on you the entire time, “Please call me Sherlock and I can assure you with one hundred percent certainty that the pleasure is all mine, Miss Watson.” You went an interesting shade of red and John pulled you away from him with a glare, “Would you like some tea, (F/n)? You must be tired from traveling.” You gave a little nod, tugging at the hem of your trousers, “Some tea would be much appreciated and perhaps some socks?” He looked down at your bare feet, “What happened to yours?” Sherlock gave an amused grin as he answered for you, “They were pink.” “Correct” you hummed and John scowled, “I believe Harry may have gone a bit too far with that.” “And I refer you back to my previous statement of my hatred of our family.” He sighed, “Save me. I remember.  Allow me to get you some socks in a less garish color before your feet freeze and you catch cold.”