#masterofdeductions

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[johnwwwatson]

masterofdeductions:

johnwwwatson:

John looked up at that and watched as the notebook fluttered to the floor. He stood up, picked it up and gave a smile. “Excellent, Sherlock.” He said and closed the notebook, gun still at his side, still a constant threat. “You’ve helped quite a bit. I’m sure my..employer will appreciate this.”

It wasn’t even meaningful to John. It didn’t even matter to him. It was all about the work. That’s all Sherlock was to him. To a point he could understand, but that did not mean he yearned for more. Sherlock turns sharply on his heal and heads back for 221B, for his room to sulk about.

John looked over at Sherlock as he turned around and went straight for his bedroom. John raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and took out his mobile. By now, the gun was lowered, but the finger never left the trigger. He'd deal with Sherlock in a bit. He had more important things to worry about at the moment.

[ixhadbadxdays]

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@masterofdeductions 

3.

“Who… are you?”

[bxrningkillxr]

Starter for masterofdeductions || Lost time

It had been months since he left without even a word to Sherlock. But it was the only way to keep the detective safe. He stayed in hiding for so long maybe the detective had already forgotten about him. But that didn’t mean he had forgotten about the detective. It was memories he cherished in his long life. Maybe Cas had aged a bit, maybe he looked different now, but he was still the same kid Sherlock had met on the streets so long ago.

Gripping tightly onto his backpack he stood on the door step slightly hesitant to knock. After all what if Ms. Hudson answered, Cas didn’t wanna give the madam a fright from seeing him again. Hand just hovering in front of the knocker on the door. His fingers wrapping around the cold metal lifting it once, twice, then once more as the hard sound rang out. 

[twicewasnotenough-blog]

Delusions // closed with masterofdeductions

masterofdeductions

221B, Bakerstreet. It had been easy to find that adress - this Sherlock Holmes definitely wasn't a man living somewhere secret. Maybe it was an already lost cause, but Owen wasn't going to let the man get away with calling him delusional. He knew it was too much, but it was all he had - his honour from his Torchwood career. Now he was as close to no one as anyone could be. He had even seen his own death certificate. Now he was waiting at the doorstep. The strange man had to show up at some point - either going in or out.

[johnlikeshistea]

"ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ"

"I'm not going to not say something. Especially when it's true."

[we-are-londons-finest]

It Comes for Us All... ~Closed with masterofdeductions~

“Now is not the time for your petty need to fight me at every turn and corner! William...Father is dead,” he says somberly.

@masterofdeductions

[johnwwwatson]

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Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

"Don't think a kiss will work for healing this." John commented, giving Sherlock a small smirk as he nodded to the rather large gash he'd gotten. "But the thought's appreciated. Really."

[johnlikeshistea]

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[Text] If these are on purpose, I'll be home immediately. JW

[Text] If these are on accident, I'm keeping these. JW

[johnwwwatson]

Closed Starter || Masterofdeductions

"I wouldn't critique my blogging, Sherlock. It's gotten us quite a few cases lately."

[amanandgoodatit]

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@masterofdeductions​ || THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

25. Your muse finds out mine was lying to them

Sherlock was never meant to find out. Never ever was he supposed to find out that Greg’s allegiance was actually to Jim Moriarty. He’d kept up the act for y e a r s- had got so into the whole thing that he’d actually started caring for Sherlock (which, he supposed, both helped and hindered his job). Jim was well aware of fact of course; he practically knew everything but knew that Greg was nothing if not loyal. If anything, he used it to his advantage.

It was never part of the plan, however, for Sherlock to discover his involvement. He was a fantastic actor (which is how he’d managed to keep it all a secret for so long) but, apparently, there was only so much acting he could do before messing up.

Shit. Shit. S H I T.

Jim was gonna be pissed.

“-- I can explain.”

[bxrningkillxr]

"You already treat me like I'm made of glass." He grumbles and crosses his arms.

Cas smiled moving till he could face Sherlock. "Because to me you are. I care about you most."

[amanandgoodatit]

@masterofdeductions || continued

“I--” Greg’s rant completely cut off, his blood running cold as he heard the words. He blinked and blinked again, breath hitching a little before releasing in a log breath. He shook his head, disbelieving.

“What-?” All the anger is gone, instead he sounds kind of scared (and he is; at the thought of losing Sherlock).

“Of course you haven’t.” He doesn’t sound nearly as confident as the words suggest.