#Daughter of Sherlock Holmes

[featuresofinterestcom]

FIVE MILES OF COUNTRY is the 3rd Book in Rachel Holmes Series

I write about heroes and heroines and the art of true justice. Human heroes with human abilities. Genius is a human ability. Friendship is a human ability. Love is a human ability. I write Sherlock Holmes novels. And I take great joy in adding to Dr Doyle’s heroic stories something he left out – the history of the women of the day. These Scattered Houses is a breakthrough novel for Sherlock…

[el-on-mars]

Johnlock in every universe

Featured adaptations are, canon, Sherlock and Co, House MD, Murder by Decree, Granada, Frogwares Games, BBC, Sherlock and Daughter and Watson’s Sketchbook (by @contact-guy). This was fun to doodle

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Sherlock Holmes x Reader

You planned everything for months and thought you succeeded in faking your death, keyword 'thought'

You knew something was wrong the moment you stepped into your apartment.

The air felt different too, still, too expectant, like the very walls were holding their breath.

Your hand tightened around your keys as you scanned the dimly lit space, heart hammering against your chest.

Then you saw him...your father.

Sherlock sat in the chair near the window, his long fingers placed under his chin, watching you with the calm, patient gaze of a person who knows that he has already won.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" Sherlock’s voice was soft, almost gentle, but the weight behind it sent fear through your body.

The guilt you have felt after faking your death came back in full force to haunt you now.

The detective didn’t move, didn’t lunge or reach for you, but he didn’t have to.

His presence alone filled the room, suffocating in its intensity.

"You changed your name," he mused, tilting his head slightly.

"Dyed your hair. Moved across the country. You even faked your own death impressive, I’ll admit. But you made one mistake." His eyes gleamed, sharp and unrelenting.

"You forgot who taught you everything you know."

Of course, he had unraveled it all. No matter how careful you had been, no matter how much you had tried to think like him, he is a genius in uncovering everything.

"I had to," you exclaim.

"You wouldn’t let me go." Your words tasted bitter, laced with years of suffocation.

"You are my daughter," he said simply, as if that was explanation enough.

"I kept you safe. I protected you. And this behaviour of yours..."

He gestures towards you.

"This was reckless, and dangerous. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you out here alone?"

"I have been living alone for months, just let me continue to be like that." you say, almost pleading with him.

Sherlock stood up from the chair walking towards you.

"No," he said simply.

"You’re coming home."

His voice was absolute, final. A sentence, not an offer or a suggestion.

His hand wraps around your right arm, ensuring you don't escape through the open door.

"You’ve had your little adventure, it’s time to return where you belong."

And you knew, with a sickening certainty, that there was no escaping him this time.

[scribblewasp]

the way sherlock and watson exist in fandom culture as a whole is fascinating because it leads to so many interpretations that can appeal to so many people and make so many different demographics and cultures and characters that yes, may not stay true to the original, but still have the essence of the original in them and i think that's beautiful and says a lot about the human urge to create something and make it relatable to yourself and others send tweet

[peculiar-psi]

The idea of Sherlock Holmes, the bachelor man, the famous detective, the "calculating machine", thinking of every young girl as his daughter makes me want to sob in my bed for days

[sherlockhomolmes]

happy pride month everybody go watch sherlock and daughter right now

[l0ud3r-ch33ps]

AH been watching sherlock and daughter 🧍‍♂️- any sherlock plot where he misses watson?? AAAAAAHHHHH also the suddenly a dad plot is funny

[tremendously-crazy]

will probably never watch sherlock and daughter for the sole reason that. i cannot see sherlock holmes ever getting down with anyone let alone a woman

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha he said the thing-!!!

[gracevan-pelt]

holmes and watson adopt a child who is just a baker street irregular who looked a bit too sad on their front porch in the cold winter...."wow watson look at this...fascinating! this baker street irregular is sells flowers and is also six!" and watson is like "HOLMES THAT POOR GIRL IS FREEZING TO DEATH LET HER IN!" and that's how they became girldads.

[alexendria-rose]

Who are you?~

Stephen Strange x Reader!Stark

PT2- but daddy I love him

Warnings: smut, baby girl nickname, dominate Stephen, age gap (20 ish years) cussing, choking.

Stephen sat by the bar a martini in his hand regretting telling Tony Stark that he would make it to yet another victory party- even though Stephen was pretty sure it was just an excuse for Tony to have another party. With the mission they all had; it was probably a good idea on Tony’s part to release some tension that was weighed on their shoulders from the mission.

“Hey pretty boy- do you want more of that drink?” Natasha said with a soft laugh as she leaned across the bar counter. Stephen rolled his eyes but a smile placed on his face.

“You know I could just refill it myself.” He commented a slight cocky look on his face- Nat just rolled her eyes.

“Hey im being nice to you- don’t be cocky mr magic.” She laughs taking his cup and refilling his martini drink. She handed to him and he did a quiet thank you. His eyes snapped towards a young woman in a black dress- who laughed loudly at what Thor was saying to her; most likely trying to impress the young girl. Stephen almost dropped his drink when she caught his eyes. Why hasn’t he seen her before? She was gorgeous, h/l h/c hair and when she looked around he caught the color of her eyes. They were so bright and full of youth and life. Natasha notices this laughing lightly.

“Ah so you’ve finally caught your eye on her?” Natasha says titling her head at the sorcerer seeing the way he didn’t want to remove his eyes from her. He looks back mouth slightly open before clearing his throat.

“Who is that?” He questions rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Nat just smiles knowing exactly who she was but wanted to see how this would play out.

“Why don’t you go see.” She hummed before turning around to prepare more drinks for the guests. Stephen had a cocky smile on his face before doing exactly what Natasha had suggested. He straightened his suit before walking over to the mystery girl.

“And that’s why I can be the only whom can hold the hammer!” Thor boomed loudly as she laughed at how loud and energetic Thor could be.

“So you have to be worthy? So if it’s on an elevator- does that mean the elevator is worthy?” she cocked her head to the side- her gaze pure and full of interest.

“You’re very funny Lady- Oh Mr. Wizard!” Thor exclaims looking at Stephen who was behind her ready to go up to introduce himself. She turns around to face the sorcerer smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh hi.” She chuckles bringing up her martini up to her lips. Stephen swore his breath caught in his throat when he saw her up close- she was stunning.

“Hi. My name is Doctor Stephen Strange.” He said bringing his hand out- she giggled before taking his hand giving it a firm shake.

“I knew that already but hi.”

“So you’re not going to tell your name?” He chuckles bringing his hand back away from her touch suddenly missing the feeling of warmth.

“I’m afraid if I tell you Doctor- you’ll run away and I don’t know about you but I don’t want you too.” She smirked- ah so a flirt she was. Stephen grinned leaning against the wall closest to them.

“Oh? Is that so?” He sipped on his drink as he looked at her- she couldn’t be more than 23 years old. Young- maybe a little too young for him but god was she the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. “I think I can handle it.” He hummed. She walked closer to him tilting her head.

“No- I don’t really think you could Doctor Strange.” She smiled softly poking his chest. “Have a great night.” She winked at him before walking away from the sorcerer. Stephen watched as she walked away- her hips swaying. She knew she was a tease, she knew that Stephen strange was completely attracted to her. Only if he knew she loved to play games.

Stephen rubbed his forehead with his fingers as he looked up at Tony explaining their next mission. That’s when she walked in. The mystery girl from the party.

“Aye there’s my girl.” Tony smiles softly. She smiles widely giving Tony a side hug- her eyes landing on Stephen.

“Hey Y/n.” Natasha smirks looking between the two knowing Stephen had no idea yet and that made it much more entertaining.

“So y/n is your name?” Stephen smirks leaning back on the god awful office chair. Y/n smiles softly looking at Tony- who was glaring daggers towards Stephen.

“How do you know my daughter doctor?” Tony asked as he crossed his arms his gazing never leaving Stephen. Stephen almost choked- eyes wide as Natasha sat there giggling like a maniac. Y/n bit her lip nervously watching Stephen’s reaction.

“I met him at the party dad- don’t worry about it.” She said flicking her dad’s nose a smile on her face- that made Stephen basically swoon.

“So you’re Y/n Stark?” Stephen whispered rubbing his gotee mentally face palming himself. He flirted with Tony’s daughter- god she must be so young then. Tony kept his gaze on Stephen.

“Stay. Away.” Tony groaned. Stephen smirked lightly moving his gaze from Tony back to Y/n as she used that little flirt smile; basically begging him to not stay away.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Y/n grins walking away from the meeting. Stephen heart thumping against his chest as he watched her walk away.

“No- don’t think about it.” Tony warned pointing a finger towards Stephen. “She is 23 years old-“

“So why isn’t that I didn’t know you had a daughter Tony?” Stephen laughed leaning against the chair crossing his arms.

“Because- I like to keep her safe and away from public eye.” Tony grumbled. Stephen hummed smirking a bit. “Now stay away!” Stephen tried to… he really did.

And there she was again- he’s bumped into her everywhere now. The kitchen, in the training room, anywhere and everywhere. He watched as she read in the common room, her knees curled up to her chest- as she let the tv roll with a random show as a background noise. He knew it was creepy to watch but she looked so peaceful. He kept hearing Tony’s voice- “stay away” but god was it so hard. She was beautiful and brought a certain light in the room. He watched as she slowly chewed the bottom of her lip- reading glasses framing her face, a messy bun on top of her head. Stephen needed to talk to her- instead of small talk it was driving him crazy. He ran a hand through his hair before walking up to her on the couch.

“Must be interesting whatever you’re reading.” He mutters lightly. She looks up from her book a small smile on her face.

“I mean it is Harry Potter- of course it is.” She giggled placing her book down on her lap. “I mean you would know about wizards huh? Did you come from Hogwarts?” She jokes- she was a lot like her father.

“Haha-“ he laughs sarcastically sitting himself down on the couch before looking at her. “I’m a sorcerer by the way- not a wizard.”

“That’s not what my dad says. I’m pretty sure you’re a wizard.” She smirked tilting her head in a cocky way that made Stephen’s heart thump.

“Does it look like I have a wand?” He joked back at her- she just laughed lightly rolling her eyes moving herself dangerously close to him.

“I don’t know. Do you?” She flirted batting her eyelashes- she knew she was cute, she knew she was a flirt and she used that to her advantage when it came to Stephen strange. Stephen looked at her when she moved herself closer to him- her batty lashes and pouty lips.

“You know you’re a flirt don’t you?” He chuckled lightly his face moving dangerously close to hers-

“Only with you- I told you, you’d run when you found my name.” She smirked moving her head away from his- Stephen let out the breath he was holding noticing the small smirk on her lips. He knew she was playing a very dangerous game. He looked around his surroundings to notice no one was in fact here- he decided to take a very dangerous step, that could end up getting him killed by Tony but god she was all he could think about. He grabs her chin moving her head closer to his- his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips.

“I didn’t run.” He mutters softly- smirking lightly seeing the blush that covered her cute face. He brings his face closer rubbing his nose against hers- her eyes fluttering close as his breath hits her soft lips. “I can tease too, you know.” He grinned letting go of her chin pulling his head away noticing the slight whimper and pout escaping her lips and face.

“No- you cannot get to do that and walk away.” She huffs standing up from the couch her arms crossed as she stared down at him. Stephen laughs lightly standing up to tower over her.

“You’re cute when you get mad.” Stephen chuckles deeply winking at her before walking away- he could hear her huff and plop back down on the couch.

Stephen was determined to make Y/n stark blush, and wanting to more. They hung out all the time- of course when everyone was asleep. They would talk and flirt but most importantly he got to actually know the young stark- he found out she loves reading, and quite like her father; sassy, witty, silver tongue. He was enjoying her presents more and more. Dare to say he was actually falling for her.

Stephen groaned again as he was at ANOTHER party of Tony starks- it wasn’t even a celebration. It was just a party because Tony got bored. Stephen smiled as he watched Y/n wearing a red mini dress trying her absolute best to get Stephen’s attention and god it was working. He sipped on his martini as he stared at her talking to Wanda- she kept glancing at Stephen behind her shoulder the red lipped smirk aimed at him, and every time she looked at him she would bit her lower lip in such a seductive way. She was waiting for him to break- and he was so close to. Stephen chewed the inside of his cheek before setting his glass down and marching over to her. He slyly wrapped an arm around her waist giving Wanda an apologetic smile.

“Wanda- May I borrow y/n?” Stephen asked- y/n eyes wide as she looked up at Stephen her head tilting in confusion. Wanda laughs waving her hand.

“Please do- she can’t stop looking at you anyhow.” Wanda sipping her wine. Stephen laughed lightly before guiding Y/n away from the party and into a secluded area- the idea of secluded area was the furthest bathroom away from the party. He brought her inside closing the door behind them before slamming her against the door. His look was full of lust- the teasing was too much for him at this point. Her eyes widen when he pushed her against the door. His hand on her lower stomach and his other on her cheek- his face was close to hers. He watched as she bit her lower lip nervously but a small smirk wanted to escape.

“Ah so you’re breaking huh?” She giggled lightly moving her leg in between his thighs, rubbing her foot up and down his leg. Stephen breath hitched moving his hand to place on the wall besides her head.

“You know I can show you what I do to naughty girls.” He purred lightly his heart beating against his chest not believing his own words that fell out of his mouth.

“Me naughty no-“ Stephen smashed his lips against hers before she can come back with a sarcastic and bratty comment. She almost gasped loudly at the contact but instead she decided to move her hands to his hair gripping onto it like her life depended on it. He groaned into the kiss his hands moving down to her waist gripping tightly which made a quick squeak escape her lips. He pulled back before immediately attacking her neck creating small love bites on her neck and making his way down to her chest. She moaned tugging on his hair roughly. “I want to go slow… but I cannot wait- don’t want people to be suspicious now do we?” He mumbled against her skin before turning her around to face the wall a gasp escaping her lips.

“N-No I guess not.” She whimpered, he chuckled deeply his hands on her hip. He ran his hand up and down her bare legs.

“Was this short dress for me love?” He smirked in cocky way. She chewed on her bottom lip at the way he caressed her legs, moving his hand between her thighs getting dangerously close.

“Maybe…” she squeaked. He just chuckled darkly before hitching up the dress to show her lacey black underwear.

“Oh my darling- as much as I love these. They need to be gone.” He growled before ripping off her underwear- which caused her to gasp loudly when he did so. The pool between her legs starting to become even more wet- if that was possible. “Look at you dripping for me darling girl.” He cooed. She blushed deeply trying to close her legs but he immediately kicked them apart. “No, keep them spread.” He purred- she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants which made her mouth go dry. She didn’t have much time to think as he shoved his hard cock inside of her tight pussy. She moaned loudly her hands going in front of her on the door to support herself.

“Fuck!” She shouted- Stephen chuckled gripping onto her hips as slowly moved himself in and out of trying to get to adjust to his size- her pussy was delightful was warm, tight and delicious.

“Baby girl- you are the most delightful thing I’ve ever had.” He groaned. “Think you’re fully ready for me?”

“D-Don’t hold back. N-need.” She stuttered gasping at every thrust- he was hitting her g-spot just right; everytime he would pull back slowly and then push himself inside of her just right. It made her mouth just water at the way he knew what he was doing. Both of their heads snapped when the door knob started turning. “Someone’s in-“ Stephen chuckles quietly before thrusting himself harder in her. “H-here!” She looked back and shot him a glare at his cocky face. He was loving this.

“Oh I’m sorry lady y/n! We were just looking for you!” Thors voice booms through the door. Y/n hitched a breath when Stephen started increasing his pace- that same cocky look on his face. She tried to calm down her uncontrollable breathing, trying not to slur out profanities and moans.

“N-No it’s okay! I’ll b-be out soon!” She was able to gasp out but it wasn’t helping that Stephen moved one of his hands to massage her very sensitive breast over her dress.

“Are you okay in there lady y/n?” Thor asks in concern. Y/n felt the tears threatening to come out of her eye pocket- not out of pain no out of pure pleasure. Stephen moved his hand to push the hair out of the way of her neck to place gentle kisses as he continued to pound into her his grip on her hip never leaving.

“I’m fine! I’ll be out soon Thor! Please!” She exclaimed her hand on the door scratching lightly throwing her head back- making Stephen wrap his hand around her neck.

“Alright alright- I’ll tell your father that you’ll be out there soon.” Thor laughs- she hears his footsteps walk away. Stephen laughed a bit gripping her neck more.

“Good girl.” He cooed making her pussy tighten around his hard cock making him grunt in the process. “Now sweetheart we’ve gotta make this fast- prepare yourself.” She nods not being able to make any sentences- but moan. He moved his hand down back to her hips; before forcing her hips to hit more into him. He rocked his hips against her- her moans sounded like pure bliss in his ears. The sound of skin and skin smacking together. He threw his head back grunting and moaning feeling himself close to the edge; and he knew she was too- with the way she was clenching around him.

“Fuck Stephen. I’m so close please.” She moaned out. Stephen grinned moving his head down to her ear kissing and nibbling her ear gently.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He mutters- as soon as those words escaped his lips. She screamed loudly her juices cumming around his cock. He smirked before going faster getting him closer to his edge. He gasped loudly before spilling his seed inside of her(god he hoped she was on the pill or something) he lazily placed his head on her back finishing himself out. He pulls out of her groaning at the loss of contact. He watched as his seed dripped down her leg- with the swish of his hand he removed and cleaned the seed off of her. She turned around to face him- her face flushed as she fixed her hair.

“You lost.” She hummed- he chuckled lightly placing his hand on her cheek before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“And I’ll lose a 1000 times over if it means that I get to do that as many times as I can.” He muttered. She giggled lightly picking up her underwear from the ground. He started fixing himself up- buckling his pants back on.

“If you’re cool with it- I never want this to stop.” She flirted before shoving her underwear in his pocket. “Now we should get back huh?” Stephen smiled lightly tracing her lips with his thumb.

“I was hoping you would say that; but yes we should probably get back.” He laughed gently- she giggled as well before opening up the door.

“Wait for a bit and then come out.” She said turning to look back at him. He nods smacking her ass in the process.

“So commanding my love.” She rolled her eyes before leaving Stephen alone in the bathroom. She walked back into the party- still seeing everyone was here. Tony looked over at his daughter- he walked over to her a drink in his hand.

“Where were you?” He asked titling his head at her -sipping his drink. She tried not to blush, and bit her bottom lip.

“Bathroom.” She muttered trying to turn away from him. Tony scrunched his eyebrows grabbing his daughter’s wrist pulling her back and when he did she saw the hickeys on her neck- more like covered all over her neck.

“Who the flying f put that on your neck!” Tony roared eyes widen- thinking of his daughter that way made him internally angry and mad. Y/n tried to look in his eye-line but then mentally face palmed herself. Fuck. Stephen soon shortly came walking in the same direction she had which had Tony look over. His face was red- when the dots connected. “Stephen Strange!”

Uh this was not going to be a fun conversation for any of them.

Let me know what you think! You dirty little hoes 🫡🥰

[sparrowsfallingfromthesky]

I'm enjoying Sherlock and Daughter, partly because I think it's genuinely an okay show but partly because I think it's Really Funny that on paper it would sound indistinguishable from a teenage girl's self insert Mary Sue fanfiction. "A beautiful young woman from America who is very smart and knows how to fight and use a gun and Isn't Like Other Girls comes to London and ends up living and working with The Sherlock Holmes, who may or may not be her biological father, and rapidly grows fond of her regardless, and he needs her to help him find Watson who's been kidnapped, and also Moriarty has a cute son who has a crush on her." Incredible. No notes.

[holmesxwatson]

Hi friends, I’m popping on here to inform you that i have watched all 8 episodes of the new CW show Sherlock & Daughter, and to let you know that it is actually good! Guys, I was skeptical going in because of *gestures with muppet arms in the direction of the CW* and also because the premise is not necessarily my first choice during these public domain times, but….

David Thewlis is wonderful as Sherlock. He’s gangly and awkward, but still exudes the Victorian gentleman vibe. There’s angst, there’s tons of drawing room conversations, Watson and Mrs. Hudson have been kidnapped, a strange girl shows up at Baker Street claiming to be Sherlock’s daughter, since she has information and skills that are pertinent to the case, Holmes takes her in almost as one of his irregulars at first and their camaraderie builds from there. With Watson’s reappearance there are hugs and face touching and “my dear boy,” which are basically my criteria for a good adaptation lol. The actor that plays Watson, Seán Duggan, has those type of eyes that well up with emotion and make the few scenes he’s in very touching. Moriarty is there too, and the actor that plays him, Dougray Scott, is deliciously flamboyant and over the top.

Blu Hunt plays Amelia, the titular daughter and she is great. She’s on a mission to find out who murdered her mother. She brings a lot of skills to the table and is also willing to learn from Holmes. The way Hunt plays her character is reminiscent of Hailee Steinfeld in True Grit, just very capable and no nonsense.

The show doesn’t solely rely on the kitschiness of the premise, it also backs that up with tons of conversation scenes between Amelia and Holmes that develops their characters and the relationship. And the way the last episode ended, I’m feeling a Holmes-and-Watson-two-dads setup that I sincerely hope we get to see. I really hope they get to make a season two, I was genuinely charmed. (Episodes are also available on HBO Max at least in the US).

[beekeaper]

he misses holmes

he misses watson

they miss each other

[oppheliw]

Sherlock is in his 60s. He wears glasses but still has a sharp look.

Alone in the living room. An old notebook in his hand.

He is reading something John has written. Old notes, cases, drawings.

The doorbell rings.

Rosie has entered. She is in her 20s now.

She brings Sherlock tea. A small smile.

“Today is… the anniversary of my father’s death, isn’t it?”

Sherlock nods slightly.

“Yes. I remembered, as usual. It didn’t pass, as usual.”

Silence. Rosie sits down next to him.

Sherlock looks out the window. Then he asks,

“Is there anything you still wonder about him?”

“There is something I wonder more about you.

Why did you love him so much?”

For the first time, Sherlock doesn’t look away.

His face changes.

He is just being honest.

“Because he saw me. As a person.

He was the only one who accepted me without judgment.

He saw what I was trying to be, not what I was.”

“Did you ever tell him?”

Sherlock whispers, “I’m late.”

Rosie takes his hand.

For the first time, Sherlock’s eyes fill with tears, but they don’t fall.

“Dad… he understood everything. Even if you didn’t tell him.”

Sherlock bows his head.

He picks up the violin and begins to play.

Not an elegy.

Not a farewell.

But a melody that is both longing and thankful.

[scribblewasp]

a mini comic and a few sherlock's for the soul