#sherlock holmes pov

[fairer-tales]

this sucks so much i need to [remembers that suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] find an ex-soldier to solve crimes with

[likesdoodling]

More stuff from stage play photos I have saved! This scene was definitely one of my favourites, XD

[smultronte]

“Sherly!”

[gregorovitch-adler]

A Chemical Defect

The mild sunshine in the afternoon hit softly on Sherlock's face, lifting his mood quite a bit. He took in the fresh breeze as he kept walking along the pavement, with John by his side, towards 221, Baker Street.

"How would you define love?" John asked, carrying a grocery bag in his hand to their way home.

Sherlock was carrying the other bag.

The two of them had been out shopping, because it was time they went to the supermarket this week. And because it was a Sunday. Sherlock had oddly felt like accompanying John today, so he did.

They had been talking about what romantic attraction was like, how it felt, etc., when they were shopping. Though what had triggered that topic exactly, Sherlock had no idea.

Sherlock parted his lips and blinked, feeling thrown off by this sudden question. How should he respond?

"How would I know? I'm just a sociopath." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

John shook his head immediately at that. "No, that's not true at all. 'Sociopath' isn't even the correct term. And I know that you feel things." John let out a bitter laugh. "God knows I've personally witnessed you feel it."

They had arrived at their apartment building.

Sherlock turned to look at him with his eyebrows knitted and nose scrunched. "When?"

John turned around to face him too with disbelief in his expressive, blue eyes. "When? Seriously?" He shook his head again and opened the door to get in.

Sherlock followed him, and now they were both climbing the stairs leading to their flat.

Sherlock's hands were trembling, and his heart raced as his stomach churned in horror.

Did John know how Sherlock felt for him? Shit. Now what? How was Sherlock supposed to explain himself? Why did John bring this up today? Was this supposed to be a call-out? Oh no.

They both walked into their flat, closed the door, and John went straight to the kitchen with the bag in his hand.

Sherlock went to the kitchen too. It was dimly-lit with natural sunlight coming from the outside.

The table was a mess from Sherlock's latest experiment. Now John had also spread everything out that they had just bought, adding to the mess even more.

John was arranging everything properly in the fridge.

What was Sherlock to do now? Might as well out with the truth, he thought. It was time.

"Turns out I was in love. With you." Sherlock paused. "I still am," he added, as he set the bag of groceries on the kitchen table. He kept staring at John - whose back was facing him - holding his breath.

You were right, John. You always are.

John stopped in his tracks with a pack of yoghurt in his hand. "Come again?" John placed the pack in the fridge, closed it, and finally looked around at Sherlock.

They were both facing each other now.

"I won't repeat myself, John," he said briskly, bracing himself on the kitchen table, waiting for John's reaction.

"What about The Woman?"

Sherlock's initial reaction was to flinch in self defense. Disappointment followed through shortly.

Here he thought John was talking about the two of them.

The Woman. Why now?

Sherlock closed his eyes as a faint memory of a beautiful face with soft, feminine features showed up.

The violin tune that he had composed was playing in the background in his mind.

Sherlock shook his head and opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and swallowed. "Ancient history," he blurted out.

Truth meant a complete and accurate information about something. He was not going to hide anything from John.

"So, there was a history." John folded his arms across his chest.

Sherlock sighed deeply. "Doesn't matter now."

John slammed one of his hands on the kitchen table. "It matters to me, Sherlock! I've spent ages wondering why you looked so abnormally interested in her when she was practically a stranger - especially when you'd specified that you weren't interested in relationships - and more importantly, where I went wrong if you were interested in romantic entanglements, after all. So, yes. It does matter even now. Very much." His chest was heaving with his face flushed.

Sherlock felt his jaw drop. "John? I never thought you -"

"Yes, you idiot. I feel the same. Have been for ages. So tell me: did you or did you not feel for Irene Adler?"

"I did."

John's face fell and his eyes looked considerably sadder than before, so Sherlock continued hastily, "Doesn't mean I didn't care about you, then. Because I did. A lot.

"And now you're so important to me that if you were to leave this place, right now, I'd feel lost. In the middle of a barren desert." Sherlock swallowed. "I've felt this way about you for ridiculously long. I am in love with you. Is that clear enough, now?" His voice broke with desperation at the last sentence.

John quickly walked up close to Sherlock and grabbed his waist. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his shoulders and sighed. John rested his head against Sherlock's chest and they both fell silent for a few seconds.

John looked up at him with a soft gaze. The amount of sentiments in those eyes was unbelievable. Sherlock was looking at him in wonder.

"Yes, it is," said John, in a voice just above a whisper.

Sherlock placed a hand on John's cheek as he ducked to kiss him. John moved one of his hands from Sherlock's waist to his nape as he kissed him back with abandon.

Sherlock hoped that any feelings of jealousy, disappointment, etc., between him and John would fade away now.

They had each other by their sides. They knew they would handle their future lives better from now on.

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Prompt: Jealousy by @calaisreno

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[buckingham-ashtray]

When Alzheimer’s has eventually taken its hold, you can ask John what’s his name and he will not be able to remember even that, but he will smile and tell you “find Sherlock, he knows everything”.

Yes, but being that this is the only thing he can remember, in turn he has forgotten as well that Sherlock has long passed.

[ineffable-blue-chickens]

POV: your my cat and this what you see when I disturb you from your sleep

[thefisherqueen]

Current foremost thought on my mind: Jeremy Brett has the most tuggable little pointy ears. Feeling deeply sad that he is dead and I will never be able to fulfill my desire (I'd ask first and be very gentle, of course. I like to imagine it would have made him laugh)

[r2y9s]

[Sherlock Holmes Chapter One]

Good Morning, Sherry.

[sherlock-is-ace]

I don't adore The Adventure of the Abbey Grange as a story, it's just fine. But I do love the feeling it gives me, cause before I read that particular canon story or even watched it in an adaptation, I played through the case in Sherlock Holmes: Crimes & Punishments so I feel like I'm right out there with Holmes solving the case lol

[3dollarrolex]

The amount of Taylor Swift songs that I can relate to Sherliam is CRAZY-

[lxvenderjewel]

beautiful, isn't it

the sea is beautiful, isn’t it?

the sky is beautiful

the waves are beautiful

the smell of salt is beautiful

the breeze is beautiful

the way it hits your face is beautiful

the way it blows your hair back is beautiful

the light freckles it reveals are beautiful

the way your eyes shine is beautiful

the length of your nose is beautiful

the soft smile on your face is beautiful

the softness of your lips is beautiful

the–

i’m getting ahead of myself.

[fairer-tales]

i was trying to type ‘the final problem’ before but kept misclicking on my keyboard so it became ‘the ginal problem’ and needed to get this off my chest

[kishimotomasashi]

Me vs my genuine incapacity to think about or characterize Izuna as anything more than a Madara appendage, sorry gang

[northeasternwind]

hi hello it's frogwares!sherlock's no good very bad night at 221b but it's not his home

[gregorovitch-adler]

@flashfictionfridayofficial

BBC Sherlock.

It is what it is

"I cheated on Mary," said John, as his eyes welled up, and in came the monologue to a non-existent person, presumably Mary.

Sherlock followed John's gaze and stopped at an empty corner of the sitting room of their flat. Well, his flat, technically, because John wasn't here anymore.

All he could conclude was that John was not okay.

"Who you think I am, is the man I want to be," John continued.

Sherlock turned to look from the empty corner to John's face, pressing his lips together with utter heartbreak. Sherlock had always admired John's medical skills, his combat skills, his sense of authority, his sense of humour, and the list could go on forever.

Mary was not even in the picture when Sherlock began to look up to him and admire him.

Was that not enough?

The image of John punching and kicking him in the ribs flashed before him. Of course it wasn't enough, thought Sherlock and chuckled mirthlessly in his mind.

Probably because he wasn't a woman, or not human enough for John's liking.

However, anyone with half a brain would laugh at the second possibility, given the fact that he wouldn't have been sitting on this chair if he hadn't revived himself that day, after getting shot by John's own wife.

When John buried his face in his hand and burst into tears, Sherlock thought it didn't matter anymore. He got up as carefully as he could with his wounded back to approach John slowly across the room.

Sherlock felt as though he was in a lion's den, and any wrong move could prove to be fatal. Still, mustering enough courage and physical strength, he approached John and carefully placed his right arm around John's shoulder, and rested his palm on John's nape. He placed his left hand on John's other shoulder and held him gently in his arms. Surprisingly, John not only allowed himself to be hugged, but he also placed his head on Sherlock's chest. Sherlock didn't care about his shirt getting wet because of John's uncontrollable tears.

As Sherlock continued to hold John like he was the most precious thing in the world, he came to a conclusion: perhaps he was wrong to put John on sort of a pedestal for all these years. John had a plethora of qualities, but seeing him through a rose-tinted lens most of the time had been an imperfect sign. An imperfect way of viewing this man.

Ironic, for someone who was a professional detective.

John wasn't perfect; he had a dark side too. The thought was oddly comforting.

Sherlock just wished he hadn't found this out the hard way. But his love for John was far too much to waver, even after everything.

Sherlock pulled John even closer as he buried his nose in John's hair, inhaling his natural scent. Their breathing rate had become in-sync.

Sherlock reluctantly let go of John after some time. John gazed up at him with his beautiful, deep blue eyes, dampened with tears.

Sherlock decided to share his conclusions with him. "It’s not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human."

John raised his eyebrows at that with a faint smile. "What, even you?"

Sherlock was not amused at this taunt. "No."

John's smile faded and he just blinked at Sherlock wordlessly.

"Even you."

A moment passed. "Cake?" asked John, all of a sudden.

"Cake." Sherlock nodded.

As he walked across the room to grab his coat to go out with John, Sherlock decided that being John's friend again was the next best thing. The other option, the unthinkable one, was completely off the table now. It never was on the table for John.

Sherlock sighed heavily and wistfully.

Probably for the best, he thought, as he and John walked out of the apartment building to have some cake for his birthday.

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

(missed days edition)

Day 24

[day 23] [day 25]

prompts: art | needle | slip by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

A/N: i'm so sorry about the slow updates! then again it's kind of an extra treat in march right?

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I had just halfheartedly started a sketch of the surroundings - it wasn't all too exciting if I'm honest - when they caught my eyes. Two men, obviously a couple. The tall one with dark curls... only softening his eyes when he laid them on his partner. The shorter one a strong posture... taken apart every time the taller touched him. They were adorable.

Quickly I flipped my current page to a new untouched one of my sketch-pad. I sharpened my pencil hurriedly, looked at them and started sketching. They were standing but constantly moving nonetheless. The taller said something, the shorter, probably a bit older, man, judging by his greying hair, throwing his head back laughing. An almost unnoticeable smile dancing on the other man's lips. The younger pointing at someone and talking what seemed incredibly fast for a whole minute. Quickly I tried to eternalise the other's amazement in his eyes on paper. Then the older added something and it was the younger man's turn to stare at the other with puzzlement. They looked into each other's eyes for an eternity and I tried my best to put their chemistry on paper. Then they kissed, and while other people might feel like they were intruding their privacy, I analysed their faces closely and my eyes almost never left them. When they finally parted, I realised they were holding hands and I saw they had rings on each of their left hands. Engaged, then, I concluded. Another quick sketch, and when I looked up the next time I was unaware of my smile - until it fell. They were gone.

I looked at my sketch, a chaotic combination of meaningful moments between a couple. And suddenly I realised: I couldn't keep it. I needed them to have it. So I grabbed my sketchbook, put it under my arm, looked out for a curly and a greying blond head and ran. Leaving my scaffold and other art supplies behind but I didn't care. I caught up to them and grabbed one of them by his arms. Surprised and confused they turned around. A bit out of breath I said, "I- I saw you standing over there and you caught my attention. Here!", I handed them my drawing. I had drawn them laughing, their intense eye contact, their kiss, their intertwined hands with their engagement rings on - the sketches overlapping, with my attempt to capture it all. Their eyes wandered across the paper and grew: they liked what they saw. I couldn't hide a proud smirk. The blond man looked up, "That is stunning. Would you sell that? How much is it?"

I waved my hand. "This is a fifteen minute sketch with no details. I don't usually do this, but it's for free. You are a beautiful couple by the way. Consider it my engagement gift!", I turned around, not wanting to give them a chance to pull money out and insisting on paying.

"Wait!", a deeper different voice called out. I turned around again. Curly Hair seemed impressed I had caught up on their engagement. "Please. Sign your art at least."

I looked at the sketch, indeed - no signature - and nodded. Quickly I placed my initials in the corner. "The residents call me 'the woman artist' around here, because I am the only female one around.", I explained. "But you can call me Irene."

"Thank you, Irene." they said in unison. They looked at each other, eyes thick with love, and I had to grin again.

"You're welcome, darlings. Have a great day!" I said and finally turned around, already scanning the crowd for another subject.

But I knew, they'd be my favourite for a long time, maybe forever.

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A/N: if someone feels inspired to draw this chaotic sketch - please do! just tag me when posting! it would be an honor 🙏🏼 feel free to contact me if you have more questions ❤︎

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