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A series inspired by the amazing artwork created for @ohlooktheresabee’s Pridelocked 2021 Collection
Do You Want to Know a Secret?
John has a secret. Does Greg want to know?
The Hike-n-Talk Fall
Sherlock is falling for John. Quite literally.
Paint Your Palette Lavender
Sherlock has an epiphany.
Giving Us Lift
How will John entertain Rosie while Sherlock is out on a case?
X Marks the Spots
After Mrs. Hudson accidentally gives Sherlock and John a pan of brownies enhanced with her herbal soothers, the boys engage in some pirate role play.
Well I’m Not NOW!
When Sherlock goes undercover in a drug den, John will go to any lengths to get him out. In the process, he’ll discover a very interesting length, indeed…
The Value of Deductions
If Sherlock had a gold coin for each of his deductions, would it be a blessing? Or a curse?
First time trying FFF pray for me. Thanks @lisbeth-kk for kicking me into it
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He should have known they’d be bright. The lights. The flashes felt like they burned into his retinas each time a new one exploded in front of him. He had expected all of it, anticipated it, but somehow, after yesterday, everything felt dull, grim. He had been walked into the Yard, escorted by his brother. Every movement was in slow motion. Even the sounds around him were muted; his brother’s voice instructing him, far away in the distance. All he could think of were the angry words and the steely glares John had given him. The feel of those gentle doctor’s hands wrapped around his throat. So angry. Not the response he had expected. The hurt, maybe, in those first moments. Had those been tears in his eyes? The whole thing had been altogether not the welcome home he had anticipated and he had a broken nose to prove it. But now he had to face the media. He knew it would be awful. But he had planned to do it with John Watson proudly by his side. That always gave him strength. Instead, he was alone and he felt very small and unsure of himself as the lights came up, making him squint. For a brief moment, behind the lights, he was sure he saw the outline of John Watson, at the back of the room, watching, but he knew that was his mind just wishing he was there. He had done the same thing in Serbia, to help him through the toughest of days. Not that he’d ever tell anyone that.
”Why did you fake your death, Sherlock?”
”Where have you been all this time?”
“Are you going to tell us how you did it?”
”Did the Queen help you?”
”Was Moriarty involved in this?”
”Will you be going back to solving crimes?”
He took a big breath and tried to get used to the bright lights and the flashes of the cameras and began to take the questions one by one as calmly as possible, ignoring the pain in his chest.
After an hour of grilling, Greg Lestrade thankfully, told the press that was the end and led him off the platform and out the door to his brother where he collapsed, uncharacteristically into the elder Holmes with a small whimper.
”He’s here,” Mycroft said quietly into his ear.
Sherlock looked up, instantly perking up.
”What?”
Mycroft gestured his head to a conference room down the corridor and Lestrade also nodded to confirm. He moved swiftly without hesitation and rounded the corner to find John inside one of the rooms pacing back and forth on the carpet mumbling to himself. When he saw Sherlock he stopped.
And Sherlock also stopped in the doorway, unsure whether to enter or not, but the instant relief he felt at just seeing his friend again was immense. John had shaved the moustache off and looked like he should again. He sighed loudly. ”You… shaved it off,” he said, kicking himself for saying anything.
John simply grunted, then paced a little bit more, clearly unsure where to start, then he stopped. “Are you… alright?” He finally said. “That was… brutal in there.”
”You saw?”
John nodded.
Sherlock took in a shuddering breath and released it. “It had to be done. One cannot simply return from the dead it seems without… consequences.”
”Sherlock…” John began hesitantly.
Sherlock shook his head, his brow creasing as he looked at his feet. “I’m… sorry John. I should have said that. Before anything else. I… that was the wrong way to go about it yesterday. I thought…”
John walked swiftly over and grabbed Sherlock into an unexpected hug, pulling him down hard against him, knocking the wind out of Sherlock’s lungs.
There were no words for a long time, just the sounds of John’s breathing which was heavy and jagged. Then he let go of Sherlock rather suddenly and stepped away as if the hug was too dangerous to continue. He looked at Sherlock, his eyes full of guilt. “I should not have attacked you. In truth I wasn’t entirely sure you were real. And then I was furious you let me grieve for so long and you seemed to be making light of it… but in reality I… I missed you so much.” His words came out in a choked sort of squeak and he shrugged, embarrassed at the admission. “I should have been there beside you today for that. Not hiding in a corner. You shouldn’t have done it alone.”
Sherlock put his hands in his pocket and nodded. “It did feel strange. Being in front of the lights like that without you.”
John nodded awkwardly. “It’s been a long time.”
”I suppose you… have… things to be going on with. My brother tells me you aren’t at Baker Street any more. You live with that woman now, who was at dinner? And you work at the clinic full time?”
John nodded slowly. “I… ah yes… I did.”
”Did?”
”She knows about you, Sherlock. It’s complicated. We don’t have to…”
Sherlock tilted his head. “I don’t understand.”
John smirked. “That’s usually my line.”
”Didn’t you have an engagement ring on the table last night?”
John blushed. “I was considering proposing to her. She has been a very supportive and loving partner and she has listened to me talk on and on about the loss of my great love and helped me through that.”
”Your… great… love?” Sherlock frowned and then his face changed as he realised.
”Yes,” John sighed and stepped closer. “I think perhaps you need me just about as much as I need you so I’m going to talk you down off the ledge this time…” He grabbed Sherock’s coat collars and pulled him closer. “What I really wanted to do yesterday? Instead of strangling you? Was this…” And he pulled Sherlock closer until their lips finally met and kissed him tenderly. “Welcome home,” he said gently with a smile.
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It is so rare to witness John struggling with food. He is not a picky eater like me. In fact – before we visited my parents - I had no idea if there was any food he couldn’t stomach.
Currently, he is trying his best to put on a brave face when exposed to my mother’s cooking, which is detestable at best. One should think that she grew up in a place where there was no way to preserve fresh food, but her parents had access to both fridge and freezer. Nevertheless, she cooks everything to an unrecognisable mush when Father isn’t quick enough to suggest that he make dinner.
In all fairness, I did warn John that the culinary “treats” in my childhood home would leave him nauseous and appalled. Of course, he thought I was just being my dramatic self.
“Sherlock, darling, I have met your parents, and they are lovely. Surely, your mother knows how to cook. She’s an intelligent woman.”
“Intelligence has nothing to do with it, John,” I tried to reason with him, but to no avail.
“We are visiting your parents this weekend, and that’s final,” he said in his captain’s voice.
“Fine. Consider yourself warned, though. I suggest you bring some snacks with you, or you will get all grumpy when you’ve thrown up after dinner.”
Suffice it to say, I was not rewarded with a snog after that statement.
***
“Have some more broccoli, John,” my mother urges him.
He swallows thickly and looks at the almost grey bits of broccoli he is offered. I decide to rescue my poor boyfriend.
“I will have some,” I say, grip the porcelain bowl with the atrocities, and feign loosening my grip. With a spectacular crack, the bowl hits the tiled floor, spreading the disgusting vegetables far and wide, while the bowl only gets slightly chapped.
“William Sherlock Scott Holmes!”
“Apologies,” I mutter and sweep up the gooey mass with some thick kitchen roll.
I catch John’s eye when I seat myself again, and I must look away quickly lest I fall into a fit of giggles. He is obviously aware that it was all a ploy to save him and his dignity.
***
“Thank you for that, love,” John whispers when we’re tucked up in bed later.
“I did contemplate to let you suffer through it, but I want you in her good graces. She already adores you for putting up with me, but I have no idea how she will react if she gets wind of your true opinions about her cooking.”
John shudders by the mere thought; Mummy can be quite intimidating.
“I guess this explains your aversion to eat properly,” he muses. “If your childhood was filled with overcooked – “
“It was, John. Only Mycroft and Father’s cunning ways kept me from starving. I didn’t have broccoli for ages until Angelo persuaded me to taste his after I had told him about my abominable experience with it. He was outright scandalised when I told him Mummy boiled them for twenty minutes.”
“It shouldn’t be done like that!”
John laughs when I imitate Angelo’s voice and accent, and he ends up gasping for air when I continue.
“She thinks the vegetables are alive and need to be annihilated?”
“Oh my God,” John wheezes, “he didn’t know how funny that was, did he?”
“Of course not, John. Food is a very serious business for Angelo. I thought you knew that.”
John sobers a bit and clears his voice awkwardly.
“Well, yeah, I do. Remember when I told him how my mum used to make Carbonara?”
It is my time to start laughing.
“Cream, onions, and garlic, John. What was she thinking?”
“Dunno, but I’ve never been more grateful for my mum’s passing than I was then. He was very gracious about it afterwards.”
“Obviously. Family is also extremely important to the Italians. You can dine there for free on your own now, you know. He felt awful when you told him your mother had been dead for more than a decade.”
“And why would I go to Angelo’s without you, my darling? To quote our Italian friend: “It shouldn’t be done!”
“Quite right,” I agree.
***
The next morning, John rises early to beat Mummy to the kitchen.
“Heaven knows what she is capable of doing to the scrambled eggs, not to mention the bacon,” he whispers when I complain about him leaving the bed - and more importantly me - in favour of cooking.
All that aside, the breakfast is a great success if my mother’s gushing is any indicator.
“How do you manage to get the eggs so fluffy but not runny, dear?”
“It’s fairly easy. You just finish them when they’re still a bit wet. The temperature in the eggs will ensure that the mass keeps cooking for a few more moments after they’re taken out of the pan. And then they’re perfect.”
“I will try to remember that. Or perhaps you can remind me, darling?” Mummy addresses Father, who makes just as perfectly scrambled eggs as John does.
My Father agrees vigorously, but his expression is somewhat sceptical. Mummy’s ability to forget domestic chores in a heartbeat is after all legendary.
Martin Freeman as Nigel Thomas in Let's Love (2026)
There were so many nice close-ups of his face, it was hard to choose. I managed to smuggle in one Freetongue™. ✌🏻But damn, he looked gorgeous in this movie! 🥰🥰🥰
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“And They Were Flatmates” by @holmesianlove and I now posted! This fic is complete and part of the @fandomtrumpshate 2026 FTH project! Thank you to @whatnext2020 for helping this work come to life! Tags & deets below
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