#pocketlock

My brain decided to be too active, my body couldn't relax, my meds not working. So what'd I do?

I wrote fanfiction. OH, NOT JUST ANY FANFIC.

JOHNLOCK BAYBE. G!T JOHNLOCK IN THE BIG YEAR 2026

I will be posting it to my wattpad cos that acc needs a refresh badly.

But you'll catch it here first >:)

Idk why but I actually wrote 2 ideas but finished only one draft.

Draft teaser below the pic!

(REMINDER- THIS IS A DRAFT. ITS CRINGEY. I AM BUTT TIRED AND HAVENT ATTEMPTED ANY WRITING FOR LIKE 2 YEARS ATP LMAO)

Minor C.W: John facing his fear of being too close to Sherlock. So he decides to get up close with Sherlock's pearly teefs to try and combat the nightmares. After all, how else do you get over a fear? Facing it head on of course! (there is no actual vore or anything like that! Just john trying to get over a fear)

fluffy/angsty content

~Getting over your fear with your giant husband~

Sherlock had discovered a borrower by the name of John Watson in his flat shortly after moving in. They've been living comfortably (arguably) in each other's (known) presence for 3 ish months. Despite growing closer with each interaction, John hasn't been able to get over his biggest fear. Physical touch (and getting eaten or experimented on). Sherlock has never once harmed or had any thoughts to cause harm to John. Sherlock may be a crazed wanna be scientist on the side, but that dissappears completely when he's around John. He has tried his best to reassure John that he'd never cross a boundary. Sherlock has only physically touched John about 3 times. Not on purpose anyway.

Poor John is tortured nightly with the same reoccurring dream. Dying at the hands of his only friend in the most sadistic of ways. Cannibalism to put it bluntly. He's had quite enough frankly and Sherlock is catching onto his growing exhaustion. Though when questioned, John always has an excuse on hand. His lies are running out of being believable and John's heart and mind can't take repressing it much longer. So he gains an kinceof courage to have the difficult conversation with the curly haired giant.

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Sherlock is busy playing his violin until John finally gets his attention (consisting of flinging coins and whatever small objects he can at sher). FINALLY Sherlock noticed his tiny friend.

He sets up a little brunch with tea and various favorite snacks. They both get cozy. Though slightly annoyed, Sherlock settles and focuses his full attention on John.

"So- what was so massively important that you needed to stop my violin practice? I was thinking you know."

The conversation starts slow and warm. Just simple banter about cases and such. Sherlock can read and sense that something is wrong. John can't seem to sit still, avoiding eye contact and is obviously anxious and scared about something.

"John...?" He snaps his fingers a few times above his head

John hesitates about bringing it up at all. It seems stupid and silly to be scared of his best friend. He's snapped back to the present by Sherl's voice

"John, is there something wrong? You've got sweat streaks practically waterfalling down your forehead. I can sense your nervousness. Your hands tremble everytime you lift your cup. Your sips are slower than usual, pupils dilated and you've not touched your favorite biscuit I got you."

John hesitates but shrugs it off-

"You know you can tell me anything~." He replies softly, full of reassurance

John gives in after a couple minutes of silence and the crushing weight of Sherlocks gaze. Sherlock had been eyeing him up and down, his brain calculating and attempting to solve his small friend's personal "case."

John took a long breath in and out. Mentally preparing whatever he had written in his mind. Reading the teleprompter in his brain, he stuttered a word out before clearing his throat and attempting again. His mouth bone dry

"Look. This is going to sound stupid. Ridiculous even. It's probably not worth bringing up honestly but I didn't want to interrupt your "session" for nothing. Just, please hear me out?"

Sherlock takes a sip and nods. Allowing John to proceed

"I guess- Why. Why haven't you like- eaten me? Or hurt me or experimented on me? I mean, isn't that what you do? Isn't that what humans do? As a borrower, it's nailed into our heads to NEVER trust a human. Never be seen by them lest we end up as a pet, a lousy meal, experimentation or worse. I've disobeyed the order that keeps beings like me safe and I'm being tortured for it."

Sherlock is emotionless and deathly still. John sighs

"I told you this was just stupid to discuss. I'm sorry. I don't mean to compare you to the humans who hurt my kind. I should know for bloody sake! You're different than them. In more ways than one."

Sherlock attempts to speak but John continues his thoughts. John shuffles his feet uncomfortably, feeling under pressure from Sherlock's hard gaze. Something he wasn't usually bothered by

"I've been having these awful nightmares for years without fail. I've lost countless hours of rest and relaxation I desperately need. I die in every single one without fail. It's the same death, over and over. My mind gives me the courtesy to wake up before I meet my dreadful end."

He pauses once more but adds rather quietly

"It's not fair that my brain has now decided to make you the 'deliverer of my demise' in them."

The word tasted like bitter poison as it left his mouth. Sherlock stiffend slightly at the comment but relaxed his shoulders. He knew John didn't mean any harm by it and cruel tricks of the mind were to blame.

John had this crazy idea on the back burner for a while but decided to let it out. He was in a safe environment with the only friend he had. His face burned with a mixture of fear and embaressment as he brought up the potential "up close and personal" solution to his nightmares.

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Yea it's a bit cringe shuttuppp. This a cliffhanger of the rough draft. It'll hopefully be better when it's ready to be published LOL

If you guys are genuinely interested though, I would love to share this and write more in the future! Including different fandoms I'm in so it won't just be Sherlock 👀! Let me know your thoughts!

19. Trickster

From this list of gt prompts.

AU: Unknown BAU; pocketlock | [first] [prev]

Note: determined to finish these off before July. 3 to go!

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John opened and unlocked his laptop. He hesitated only a moment when he saw the empty blog that had been left open the last time he used it, then he clicked to a new tab and went to his browser.

Fingers hovered over the keyboard. With an uncertain huff, he typed ‘tiny person’ into the search bar.

As soon as he hit return, he knew that his keywords were flawed. Immediate results were mostly to do with dwarfism, and that wasn't at all what he was looking for.

He really should have been job hunting. He'd put a few feelers out to some old contacts, people he knew at St. Bart's, and was waiting to hear back. Couldn't hurt to cast a few more lines.

Having an inches-tall man continuously appearing in his flat was an incredible distraction from that task.

He'd shown up in John's sight several more times over the past few days and, John had just begun to notice, did so a little closer to him each time. He didn't do anything but stand there staring John down, since he most often chose to have some sort of high ground. Since their first encounter was so tense, the doctor didn't want to approach him and appear aggressive like before. So the tiny man just watched him for a while, and disappeared when John wasn't looking.

All that simply baffled John, and didn't give him any insight into what exactly he was and what he was doing.

Sherlock Holmes as a Borrower. 

kajensen07 replied to your post: So enhanced speed is Sherlock’s knack… Is that what you are hinting? Or did I get my signals crossed?

myimaginedairybeard replied to your post: Yeah! I mean, at least that’s what I meant to say. We’ve cracked the code!

Does it make him more speedy or just more of fast runner? Like, I’m guessing it includes his entire body and not just the legs…

Awesome! You guys got close enough that I can now officially announced what his knack is as a borrower!

It isn’t exactly enhanced speed, but it’ll look that way to an outside observer. Sherlock is actually one of our stronger knack users.

He just needs that flair!

Time Distortion: The ability to slow down or stop time. A very strong knack that requires training to sustain for longer than a few seconds. In Sherlock’s case, he is able to slow down time around him, enabling him to escape with a speed that can’t be matched, and make observations that no one else would ever notice. When he stretches his ability, he can include others in this. He can’t stop time like an angel; it will always move forward

@borrowedtimeandspace: I like to imagine it like a Sherlock-shaped bubble, separating him into his own little time zone that happens to be different to everything around him. To include others, he needs to concentrate harder and expand that bubble. Though, Sherlock being Sherlock, he tends to prefer going it alone. Here’s a little peek into how it works for him!

He concentrated, and everything around him fell slightly out of focus. All noises were muffled far into the background, and when he looked back at John, he was moving so slowly that he might as well be still.

Sherlock let out a relieved breath, but kept going, knowing this wouldn’t last long.

earlier than I said it was going to be but it’s finished so I posted it :)