TBD

So John tires easily. Sherlock isn't aware, perceptive as he is, of the true nature of John's weakness. He drags John along to every case. John is afraid to let him down and follows without complaint, but each case ends with him feeling worse and weaker.

He falls truly ill one day. Too worn to even rise from bed and burning hot with fever. It feels like he's back in Afghanistan, like he's in the war again, like he's dying in a foreign country and there's nothing he can do to stop it--

If it weren't for Sherlock, petting his hair and sponging his sweat-sheened brow and murmuring,

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm so sorry, my dear Watson."

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Find the Exit

It is extremely disturbing. He can’t recall the last time he lost himself in here. In his own Mind Palace, no less. How did this happen? And where is the exit sign? The one reading: 221B Baker Street.

He finds many signs on his walk through the corridors but they’re all wrong. They are pointing at the rooms, the nooks, the cabinets, the books, the floorboards; in short, everything. But not the exit to his physical home.

Sherlock is rarely frightened. Not anymore. Not since John moved into his flat. The feeling of fear courses through his body now, though. His claustrophobia – the mania he hasn’t felt in years – has made a dramatic appearance, making his skin crawl uncomfortably.

“I need to find the exit,” he mutters to himself over and over, like a mantra.

Sherlock almost weeps with relief when Mind Palace John magically appears in the hallway outside the library.

“John,” he whispers reverently.

“Fancy meeting you here,” John quips, mirth visible in all his features.

Sherlock wants to kiss him but that’s not allowed. John is his friend, nothing else. He is as heterosexual as Sherlock is homosexual. Not a great match, that.

When Sherlock decides to ask John for the way out, John has vanished. The space he recently occupied still radiates a warm glow.

Inspired by the fabulous @dragonnan's Blood and Romance (included by permission)

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Too old for this: my first half-thought as I flail and thrash my way back to consciousness. I’m underwater, aching to breathe, but I’ll die if I do; but it isn’t cold enough, I’m not wet, where the hell I hurt all over and something’s wrong, it’s dark where is Sherlock

If I’m not under water, I can breathe; I open my lips a hair and no water floods in, so I take a careful breath and it’s air. Not sweet, God no, tastes like mould and sewage, but definitely air, and shakily I suck it in.

I blink and try to focus but can’t see anything. Where the hell am I, and where is Sherlock? There—a second complete thought, even if it’s just the ragged scraps from before stringing together into sense, that’s got to be a good sign.

Okay. Okay. Stop, where am I. Listen.

In a silence so loud, a darkness so complete, I can hear my racing heartbeat even over my ragged panting—but nothing else, not close by. I can’t breathe through my nose at all. I try to shift to generate some sound, get some idea at least of what kind of surface I’m near or on. Take stock: everything hurts but I can’t tell from what, I can’t gather any sensory data to extrapolate anything from. (Sherlock would say, deduce. I’m not Sherlock. He’d know what to do to get some clarity here; I’m just starting to panic.)

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A Thousand Words: A picture's proverbially worth a thousand words and often inspires them, though the words may be many more or many fewer, as the Muse decides. Each chapter is a one-shot, inspired (so far) by @kettykika78, @justanobsessedpan, @stephdrawsjohnlock, @bluebellofbakerstreet, @petite-madame, and now dragonnan: more to come.

Thank you to all the artists who do fanworks: you are a  constant inspiration. And to the betas (@copperplatebeech for this ficlet) you are a godsend. And to the readers: we wouldn't be posting our stories without you.

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Holmemes pt. 42

Finally finished Sherlock Holmes: The Awakened and I highly recommend it for anyone who wants to see this twink go through the fucking wringer. Has there ever been a more sopping wet pathetic kitten of a Holmes? I doubt it.

what i learned from 8 hours of shirtless men competing to star in a hallmark movie, december 13, 2025, in the washington post

LipstickDaddy's 2025 AO3 Wrapped

Fics Written: 47 Word Count: 325,197 User Subscriptions: 312 Subscriptions: 224 Kudos: 4,988 Comment Threads: 584 Bookmarks: 1,551 Hits: 50,914

Looking back at this year in writing I think it's safe to say I was pretty heavily influenced by my return to church (not a euphemism) given the staggering number of priest corruption and kumiho fics I've churned out.

It's been a hell of a year, between the multiple hospital visits, injuries, going back to teaching, planning for a baby, and moving into our new house.

Thanks for continuing to read my work, and for constantly inspiring me to write gift fics across so many fandoms.

I hope y'all have enjoyed.

The Devil Judge - 16

Rituals The Eleventh Hour Doing Something Unholy Lens Flare Worth The Wound Law Books & Your Hands Losing My Religion The Montreal Adventure The Emperor And His Page Rewrite Simulacrum To Be Bound To You Dream A Little Dream Of Me Metamorphosis Confessions Of A Mask Late Night With The Devil

Beyond Evil - 14

This Wanting Between Us Floral Notes - collab fic with @jingooism <3 Starry Nights Eat Of My Body, Drink Of My Blood The Starving Artist And The Fox Afterimages Camera Shy In The Reed Fields Pay Attention To Me Five Thousand Five Hundred And Three Miles My Lucky Star Unchained At The End Of The Day The Fox Who Loved Me

BBC Sherlock - 12

You Wear Fine Things Well Deduce The Common Factor Sentiment Sacramentum Amoris We Don't Need To Talk Anymore Providence Don't Leave Me Alone Can't You See Me (I'm Right Here) Blinking Game The Edge You Stole Me From Deduction Roulette Song To Say Goodbye

손: The Guest - 4

Take This Cup From Me Absolution Sacreligium Old Gods & Holy Men

Crossovers - 1

A London Holiday - Beyond Evil/BBC Sherlock crossover (johnlock, jwds)

tags under the cut, thanks for reblogging!

Just posted chapter 2 of my Sherrinford-aftermath-fic.

Can be found here:

My mystrade Omegaverse au is now set to become a series with the first part complete.

Enjoy!

At 24 years of age it was rather unusual for Mycroft Holmes, as an omega, to still be unmarried and unmated.

Mycroft blames his own unappealing nature in part but also the fact that his strange and unorthodox family has managed to scare every single suitor away.

The first part is still rated Teen, but the rest is Explicit, because.....well.....Omegaverse.