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This is where I post updates about my fanfiction, teasers for upcoming fics, and I might even post a poll or something someday, who knows!

About My Fics: ⋆⭒˚🍓｡⋆

Most of my work is hurt/comfort, or just skips the hurt and goes straight for the hugs. I do branch out occasionally, but I definitely have my genre XD

I like to think I keep a pretty good mix of gen content and ship in my fics, and I love a good found-family dynamic

I am happy to receive fic requests! I can't promise to get around to all of them, and I might just write a ficlet if I do, but I love prompts/inspiration <3 (no smut please!)

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They/She/He pronouns

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Writes instead of sleeping

Misuses punctuation to craft the perfect run-on sentence

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Current Fandoms: ˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚.⋆

Supernatural (forever beloved)

DC/Batfam/Superbat

Young Sherlock/BBC Sherlock

Dispatch

Merlin

9-1-1

MCU/Avengers/Spiderman

And a thousand other smaller ones!!!

{A Brief X-Files Fanfic}

White Pine, Michigan

October 19th

10 PM

It was a chilly night, bordering on cold. The type of night where frost stole quiet over the whole world, like it happened between one blink and the next; and suddenly, you looked outside and everything was that soft silver-grey in the moonlight, orange and red leaves frozen on the trees and where they lay. Scully's breath fogged up the window as she admired the quiet beauty of it all, arms crossed and head tilted to rest on the windowpane. After a long day of investigating, it had been a relief to return to their lodgings: not a cheap motel for once, but a cozy bed-and-breakfast in a gorgeous old house. Mulder had grinned at the sight of it when they arrived, making some comment about how perfectly classic and apple pie the whole thing was--Scully had to agree. Sometimes, it was nice to relax, to catch one's breath; an easy case and a bed-and-breakfast seemed to be the perfect way to do it. Whatever it was--the case, the town, or the weather--it had them breathing easier, smiling more often. Mulder had been practically joyous the whole time, and Scully couldn't help but lighten her own mood to match the rare, bright and infectious enthusiasm.

On another note, shoutout to the wonderful commenter who mentioned Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir- their skating is absolutely captivating, and has given me some more ideas for the fic <3

So far we have: domesticated James Moriarty, Sherlock vs. Nightmares, Brutus' adventures at Appleton, Mycroft and Cordelia's reactions, and Brutus interrupting intimidation!

There might also be a third chapter, featuring Brutus' first Christmas with the detectives, and potentially a surprise <3

I know early on I said that I'd try to update that one at least every two weeks, but it's just not working out that way so far, at least not at the moment. I've sort of fallen out of my SPN phase for a second, and that makes it a lot harder to write content that I feel genuinely proud of, especially for a fic that has become so dear to me.

This is in no way a death announcement for HMH, and it's actually the exact opposite! I don't want people to think I've abandoned or forgotten about it while I work on and post new fics. While progress has slowed for now, it is definitely alive, and won't be abandoned (I'm too stubborn and proud of it for that lmao). I just don't want to force myself to write when it doesn't call to me, or post something I'm not happy with to meet a self-imposed deadline.

In the meantime, I'm working on the projects that feel most natural and bring me the most joy in the moment, and I hope other people can enjoy them too <3

TLDR: Hyperfixations change and call my name, but HMH will be back with a glorious update when my SPN special interest kicks in again <3

If anyone new here sees this, here's the link if you want to see what I'm rambling about (:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Young Sherlock (TV 2026) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes & James Moriarty Characters: Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reconciliation, Boys In Love, POV James Moriarty, James Moriarty is a little shit, How is that not a tag, Sherlock Holmes Is a Little Shit, Banter, Sherlock Holmes schemes, James Moriarty is trying, Established Relationship, Established Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty, I will make these things be official tags, Implied Sexual Content, Soft, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Curtain Fic, but instead of curtains it's a cat, Sherlock singlehandedly adopts a cat, to rehabilitate James' criminal ways, and James has opinions about it, that's the fic Summary:

“I won't have that in my home-” he said firmly, as though the alternative was simply unthinkable. “Christ alive, Sherlock, it's probably got every disease known to man–and then a couple more!” He tried to reason his way out of this mess–Sherlock had liked reason, once upon a time. Apparently not anymore, though. “I disagree–it seems to be a perfectly fine cat. And it will be useful for your rehabilitation,” Sherlock announced with utmost confidence, swaying forward on his feet with that infuriatingly selfsure look in his eyes. “You need to learn how to look after a living thing besides yourself–” James opened his mouth to speak, and was immediately cut off, “–one that isn't me.” The cat wound itself around James’ legs, and reached up to claw at the tapestry chair he was sitting in. He glared at it; it backed off. He turned the same glare on Sherlock; Sherlock did not back off. What an utter prick.

OR:

The “James Moriarty gets a cat” fic. Well, Sherlock finds a cat, determines that it would be a delightful addition to their household, and promptly adopts it. James isn't pleased with this development... But maybe it won't be all bad.

So behold, the teaser for Curiosity & Satisfaction, aka the "James Moriarty (unwillingly) gets a cat" fic- it's currently 3.3k words and counting (I have no idea how) and has been unexpectedly delightful to write! It's a bit different from my usual style, but maybe that's the fun of it XD

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“It's a cat.” Sherlock announced proudly, and set the cat down, straight in the middle of the parlor. It immediately began waltzing around as if it owned the place, brushing against the furniture and leaving orange hairs behind, and then moving for James’ legs.

“Jaysus, I can see that, I mean what the fuck is it doin’ here?” He hissed, drawing back into the armchair and away from the creature. It looked up at him balefully, as though James was denying it some God-given right. This was not an acceptable situation, and was quite possibly the worst surprise Sherlock had ever brought home. A surprise was supposed to be something fun, like a new bottle of whiskey, or a delightful something related to the bedroom; this was the exact opposite of something fun.

“It was wandering around the market, and clearly didn't have a home, so I decided to give it one.” Sherlock seemed entirely unperturbed by the situation, and in fact rather pleased with himself, calmly hanging up his hat and coat like nothing was wrong in the world.

“I won't have that in my home-” James said firmly, as though the alternative was simply unthinkable. “Christ alive, Sherlock, it's probably got every disease known to man–and then a couple more!” He tried to reason his way out of this mess–Sherlock had liked reason, once upon a time. Apparently not anymore, though.

“I disagree–it seems to be a perfectly fine cat. And it will be useful for your rehabilitation,” Sherlock announced with utmost confidence, swaying forward on his feet with that infuriatingly self-sure look in his eyes. “You need to learn how to look after a living thing besides yourself–” James opened his mouth to speak, and was immediately cut off, “–one that isn't me.”

The cat wound itself around James’ legs, and reached up to claw at the tapestry chair he was sitting in. He glared at it; it backed off. He turned the same glare on Sherlock; Sherlock did not back off. What an utter prick.

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I'm hoping to finish this one up and post it in the next couple days, so stay tuned! <3

Here's the link for anyone new here :)

My writing brain has been decidedly offline lately, and my only motivation has been short working sessions on my oneshots. Hopefully I can at least get the Young Sherlock oneshot that I have 80% done posted soon. But the next update of HMH is probably gonna be a while because I want to do this chapter justice, and kinda fell out of the groove of writing spn.

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Young Sherlock (TV 2026), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes & James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes Characters: Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes, Cordelia Holmes Additional Tags: Figure Skating, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Skating, Fluff and Angst, Ice Skating, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mostly in the later chapters, i have completely forgotten how to tag, Not Beta Read, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Boys In Love, Ice Dancer James Moriarty, Solo Skater Sherlock Holmes, Coach Mycroft Holmes, Coach Cordelia Holmes, Good Sibling Mycroft Holmes, Good Sibling Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty Has Feelings, Everyone has feelings, they're actually all rather well-adjusted in this one, James is inevitably drawn into the Holmes family Summary:

It's been really fun to write, and I think I'm getting the hang of their voices! First chapter should be up semi-soon <3

-- “Unlikely. You’d never put aside a valid critique for something so trivial.” Sherlock’s voice held a simple sort of admiration in the words, and it was enough to set both brothers more at ease, the threat of genuine frustration largely allayed. “So, what is it you want?”

“You always were too good at that,” Mycroft sighed, offering a hand to help Sherlock to his feet, which the younger man accepted with the bright smile of a point well-argued. There was a moment of silence as Mycroft seemed to collect his thoughts, looking out at the ice with a careful expression. “You’re familiar with Xiao Wei, correct?” He asked, and the question was unexpected enough to derail Sherlock’s train of thought, but he nodded with a furrowed brow.

“Of course. She performs ice dance with James Moriarty; quite good at it, too.” In fact, they were currently one of the top duos in the region, proudly representing Candlin College’s relatively young skating program, and they had the potential to go much further. But the tone of Mycroft’s voice was enough to worry him, and Sherlock tilted his head in question. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m afraid she injured her ankle two days ago,” Mycroft said, tone heavy, and Sherlock’s heart dropped in sympathetic horror. Ankle injuries were the stuff of nightmares for any skater, the sort of thing that could end careers with one wrong landing. Seeing his worry, Mycroft quickly put a reassuring hand up. “She’s expected to make a full recovery, but competing this season is out of the question.”

“I’m–very glad to hear that she’ll be alright,” Sherlock began, the words genuine, though spoken hesitantly as he tilted his head at his brother. “But why are you telling me this? It doesn’t exactly concern me.”

“Yes, that’s where you would be mistaken, brother dear.” --

(It was a pain to choose a section from this because their banter moves so quickly lmao)

*Me, looking at my patiently waiting Dispatch series*

*Me, looking at the two Young Sherlock one-shots I already have planned*

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Anyway, have a teaser! <3

"But within the myriad tangle that was James, Sherlock found some hitches that he simply could not explain yet, no matter how he tried and twisted the thought. Perhaps it was a side effect of meeting someone so very like himself, yet so different–that the secrets of James should take some time to unravel. It was both exciting, and irritating.

Sam does the same squaring-up at first, which makes sense because he would have picked it up from Dean; but when they really start arguing, he usually curls his shoulders forward, which puts his arms more in front of him in a classic defensive posture. Also, he usually tilts his head down, and kind of tucks his chin towards his chest--once again, defensive.

“Sam wants to find the Colt, Dean is tired of trying to figure out Sam, and a vision arrives at the perfect time.“