#Sherlock x Arsene

[gentle-serpent]

Behind every gay person is a gayer, more evil person. Based on this post. (Happy Birthday, Sherlock!)

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[loser-man-central]

Undead Girl Murder Farce but as quotes from my school

Lupin: Put on the cat ears Erik

Aya:Ok come out

Tsugaru: IM GAY

Aya: good for you, come out of the wings

Lupin: Wanna see the most perfect man ever

Sherlock: If it's the Phantom

Lupin: 😬

[pitchsidestories]

Arsenal Book Club || Katie McCabe x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1897

With a satisfied smile Kim Little oversaw the little group of players who decided to stay after the Arsenal afternoon training to participate in the first meeting of the club’s book club: “Great, I think we’re complete now that means we can start.” “We’re more people than I expected.”, Leah Williamson admitted genuine. Next to her Lia Wälti had an amused smile on her lips: “Me too to be honest. Although some of us are more present than others.” The Swiss midfielder could not help but to nod into Noelle Maritz direction who was deep asleep using the stacked books as pillows.

Out of breath but with a huge grin on her face Katie McCabe crashed the peaceful scenery: “Hi guys, I hope you didn’t start without me.” “Katie, you were the last person I expected to come here!”, stunned Vivianne Miedema looked at one of her closest friends in the team. Playfully offended the irish woman asked:” What’s that supposed to mean?”  “I’ve never seen you reading.”, the Dutch striker replied laughing.

You’ve been quiet so far, holding the book club pick in your hands but you’d never miss a chance to mock Katie so you interfered into the conversation with a challenging grin: “You can read?” “You two are so rude. I’ll sit as far away from you as possible but at least I brought the most important thing with me.”, the brunette said, a mischievous look on her face. Her expression made Jen Beattie chuckle:“ Your book?” “No, the wine, Jen!”, the Irish midfielder rolled her eyes. She lived for the drama. “So that’s why you’re here.”, Beth Mead exclaimed delighted.

Innocently Katie looked around her teammates: “Is not that what book clubs are all about? Good company and wine?” “And talking about books, Katie.”, Leah reminded her. The Irish woman threw a cocky smile in the direction of the English defender:” Did you finish a book for once, Leah?” “Of course, I finished it.”, the vice-captain mumbled although her blushed cheeks were telling the truth that she didn’t. Her schedule was just too busy.

Already slightly frustrated about the fact that the evening did not go as planned, Kim groaned: ”Can we start now?” “Yes, please.”, Lia agreed motivated while trying to ignore Noelle’s snore who got louder with each minute that was passing by. Relived the captain sighed: ”Thanks. Wait, Manu that does not look like our book club pick?” “It’s, it’s just the German translation.”, the goalkeeper explained. Sceptical Leah glanced at the Austrian:” Why would you read it in German?” “That way I can understand it better.”, Manuela Zinsberger told them, her cheeks burning red.

Katie changed the topic, holding up a bottle of wine and gesturing towards some glasses; “So who of the ladies wants wine?“ Before anyone could answer, she flashed you a flirty grin; “Does the bookish missus want a glass?“ “Katie! We didn’t even start discussing the book!“, you admonished the midfielder but couldn’t suppress a smile. “So?“, she retorted. Rolling your eyes, you finally gave in, in hopes that this would shut her up; “Okay, fine. You can fill the glasses.“ “Was that so bad?“, she grinned, filling the glasses and handing the first one to you. To your surprise, she did let you have a conversation about the book for some time, during which she made a point to look extra bored. At some point, she got up and excused herself. Vivianne followed shortly after.

At the door to the bathroom, the dutch player stopped her; “Katie, you didn’t really come here for the books, right?“ Katie stood in front of the sink, washing her hands and gasped in feigned shock; “How did you find that out, Sherlock?“ “The way you look at her, Watson.“, Viv replied, arms crossed in front of her chest. The Irish midfielder shrugged unimpressed; “And? What if I say yes? Will you kick me out of your book club?“

A small smile appeared on Viviannes lips; “No. But do you want some advice?“ “No.“, Katie answered quickly which made her team mate frown in confusion. But then Viv just shrugged and stepped in Katies place to wash her hands; “Alright.“ “I can do that without your help.“ “I know but maybe you should try to her hobbies seriously.“, Viv suggested casually.Katie gestured around herself; “I do. That’s why I’m here.“ “That’s cute for your standards.“, Viv smirked. “Shut up, Miedema.“

The smile on the dutch players face only grew bigger, knowing she hit a nerve; “Let’s go back to the others.“ “I thought you wanted to wash your hands for the rest of the night.“, Katie nodded in the direction of the sink. Vivianne turned off the water; “Only until you admitted why you’re really here. Thankfully I can read you like a book.“ “No, you can only read books like a book.“, the Irish woman answered. Vivianne ignored the joke with a shake of her head; “False.“ “No, I don’t have text all over me.“ “You’re such an idiot.“,Viv replied with a mixture of annoyance and fondness before following Katie out of the bathroom.

The striker glanced curiously at the teammates when she was sitting down:” What did we miss guys?” Kim sighed frustrated:” We started to talk about Jen’s love life instead of our recent read.” “We didn’t even finish Leah’s excuses on why she was too busy to finish the book.”, Beth teased the blonde teammate. “She’s really a busy girl.”, you hummed. Immediately Leah started to defend herself while pouting:”I am! It’s not my fault.”

Innocently Katie turned to you:” Maybe you should tell us how do you make time for reading while having a busy schedule aswell.” “Or we could keep talking about Jen’s dating dilemma.”, you proposed the idea with a wink in the direction, of the older Scottish woman.  “Or we could finally start talking about the book”, Kim added already feeling her evening plan going of the rails tonight. Slowly you agreed:” Yes, that is an option too.” “Sounds boring.”, Katie mocked you two.

A big smile was on Beth’s lips as she nodded:“Honestly, especially because Jen’s dating stories are always so funny.”  “I give up. Katie, can you give me some more of your wine`”, the captain groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Motivated the Irish woman stood up:“I’ll gladly do that!” “Thanks. Cheers to you all .”, Kim mumbled with a defeated smile. A wide grin was on Katie’s face: “Cheers, captain!”

“Tell us some of them, please.”, Meado begged. Smirking the Scottish defender reassured her:“Yes, don’t worry I’ll.” Jen loved to tell the stories, everyone in the team knew that and they loved her art of storytelling. Playfully she scolded Katie and Kim:” Shut up you two. We’re trying to have a conversation.” “Tell them about your date last week.”, the captain demanded. Happily Jen shook her head:“No, I might see her again.”  “Wait, what?!”, Kim blurted out in surprise. The defender laughed because of her long time friend’s expression:“You heard me.” “Really?”  

“That’s more interesting than the book, right`”, Katie leaned over to you with a cheeky grin. You rolled her eyes because of her comment: “Oh please.” “You can’t tell me, it’s not true.”, the Irish woman said. A small smile was on your lips while admitting:” Maybe I do enjoy a little bit of gossip here and there.” “I know you would.”, the midfielder triumphed. “You know that gossipy books exist too?”, you tried to remind her. “And what should they gossip about?” Confidently you told her:” I’m sure I could find a read for you which you could not be able to put down.”

“I’m sure you won’t be able to.“, Katie answered, shaking her head with conviction. You raised her eyebrows at her; “I disagree. We don’t live too far away from each other so maybe you can come with me after the book club ended and I can give you your book. The one that was just waiting for you all this time and you didn’t even know it.“ “Okay, fine. I’ll come with you.“, she answered faster than you expected. “Alright.“ Jen interrupted you two, calling for attention once again; “Guys, could you stop talking for a second. I’m here telling you my story.“

“Oh, you know, we were about to leave anyway.“, Katie grinned and drained the rest of her wine. You smiled apologetically at Jen; “Katie can’t wait to hold her book recommendation in her hands.“ “Pretty sure it’s not the book she wants to hold in her hands.“, Noelle mumbled with a yawn. “Oi, Noelle, we thought you were asleep!“, Beth yelled out in surprise. The Swiss defender grimaced; “That’s impossible with you all constantly talking.“ “That’s not true. You were sleeping at least in the beginning.“, Lia chimed in. The two Swiss players started discussing while Jen continued telling her dating stories and Kim rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance while you left with Katie.

To your surprise, your Irish team mate got a lot less annoying on your way back to your flat. You opened the door for the two of you and led Katie into the kitchen; “You can wait here and I’ll get you your next read.“ “Okay, I’ll wait.“ “Got it!“, you called from the living room when you finally found the perfect book and returned to the kitchen with it. Katie turned the book over in her hands; “Thanks.“ “You’re welcome.“, you smiled brightly. “So…“, Katie started as she carefully put the book down on the kitchen table. “Yes?“ “Now that we’re alone…“ The smile disappeared from your face but instead you gave your team mate a curious look; “Was Noelle right? That you’d like to…“ You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence as Katie bridged the distance between you two. “I’d like to kiss you actually.“, she answered, more earnestly than she had been all evening.

With a challenging look you leaned forward; “Then what are you waiting for?“ “For you to give me the go.“, she explained, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Go on then.“ Without another word she pressed her lips on yours, kissing you passionately like it’s the only thing she wanted to do tonight.

When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t surprised to find Katie in your bed. You knew she stayed the night. What actually surprised you was the fact that she was reading in the book you gave her. “Wait. Am I still dreaming? Katie McCabe with a book in her hand?“ “It’s just for decoration. I’m trying to impress you.“, she replied fast but only reluctantly took her eyes off the page.

You smirked at that; “Yeah, it’s a pretty sight. But tell me is the model hungry?“ “Always.“, she laughed, so you got up, pulling an oversized shirt over your head and headed to the kitchen; “Breakfast will be ready soon.“ “I even get breakfast?“, the Irish midfielder asked in surprise. “Yes.“ “What a service.“, she teased.

You were just preparing the pancake better when you suddenly felt her strong arms around her waist; “I’m trying to cook here, McCabe.“ “Oh really?“, she laughed, her lips close to your ear. “Yes, or did you mean hungry in a different way?“, you asked. She replied by playfully biting the skin on your neck; “I meant it both ways.“

[wosowrites]

Clothing Swap (Leah Williamson x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request here

prompt: in which leah accidentally takes the readers chelsea pants one morning.

Leah had had a few embarrassing moments, some on the pitch, some off the pitch. But nothing compared to the morning of March 11 2023. Nothing.

You woke up to the song of the london birds and soft, warm sunshine. But the best part about the atmosphere was Leah’s body next to yours. You had fallen asleep after watching a few episodes of Sherlock, you in Leah’s hoodie, and Leah in yours. You turned over and noticed the clock said 8:00, which meant you had 30 minutes to get ready, and then 30 more to get to Cobham in time for the 9:15 training session. You knew Leah would sleep in, considering her training had been pushed back to 10:45.

You propped yourself up on your forearm, looking down at her peaceful body. Gently, you traced shapes on her toned stomach, her hoodie having rode up during the night. You pulled her hoodie back down, covering her up and then gently used your index to push back blonde strand of hair that were scattered on her face.

Her eyes fluttered just as you went down to kiss the tip of her nose, and when you pulled away, her eyes were open, barely, and tiredly, but open. "Hey, baby. I need to go to training," you said gently. "Mhmm… don’t leave," she said, lifting her arm up to rub her thumb over your cheek. "If I want to keep my place at Chelsea, then yes, I need to leave. Can’t be late," you told your girlfriend.

Secret girlfriend.

"But we don’t want that. We want you to come to Arsenal," she said, watching you stand up and pull off your hoodie. "No, you want that. I’m a blue through and through. It’s like if I asked you to come to Chelsea," you laughed, pulling on your white nike sports bra.

Leah made a disgusted face, making you laugh and throw a pillow at her. "Be nice!" you grounded her. "I’d never ever put on something with a Chelsea logo. Ever," she said. "I know, I know," you said.

You pulled on your training jersey and then shorts under the watchful and sleepy eye of Leah. "Don’t miss the next alarm, my love," you said.

You leaned in to kiss her before walking out of the room to grab a quick breakfast.

Soon enough, you were out the door, having peaked into Leah’s room to see if she had fallen back asleep. She had.

You had your own apartment, yes. The one that you hung out with your Chelsea teammates at, the one that they thought you lived in. Every time they came over, you would mess up the bed a little, and move things around to make it seem as though it had been lived in, when really, you only came here to do laundry because Leah’s dryer was broken. Leah’s apartment was home… no. Scratch that, Leah was home.

Leah woke up not one, but two hours after you had left, having slept right through the alarm you had set for her. It was now 10:15, and she had to be at training in 30 minutes. The training ground was 20 minutes away, leaving her relatively no time to get ready. She jumped out of bed, wrapped her hair in a bad messy bun with a hair tie that was on the beside table. She quickly found her Arsenal shirt and her black track pants that were lying on a chair in the corner.

"Shit, shit, shit," she grumbled, pulling on her runners without any socks on. Luckily, she packed her training bag the night before and simply had to grab it and run out the door.

Leah stumbled down the stairs to the parking garage and then found her car, driving off quickly.

She arrived two minutes late, meaning she was the last one in the locker room, and that all eyes were on her.

"Sorry, sorry. Late night, bad morning," she said, rushing into the locker room. "All good, Jonas isn’t- oh Leah…"

This was Kim speaking, as the sort of mother of the group, she was a natural comfort to everyone. "What?" Leah asked, walking to her cubby. "Holy shit! Williamson is wearing Chelsea joggers!" Katie basically screamed, making everyone’s attention draw to the pants Leah was wearing.

The english skipper looked down at her pants. Surely enough, the Chelsea logo was embedded on the left side, and on the right, in white letters, showed the number 29. "29? Who’s number 29?" Gio asked, smiling cheekily.

The girls thought for a second, Leah panicking and not knowing what to say. "Wait… 29 is the Canadian winger who’s been with them-" Beth started saying. "Fleming?" Viv asked. "No! Y/l/n! She has like 35 goals for them in 57 games or something," Beth said.

"You’re fucking y/n y/l/n? Really, Leah. A blue?" Manu said, jokingly pushing her friend. "Don’t say it so loud! Geez! Yeah we’re… together," Leah said, slipping off the Chelsea pants and stuffing them deep into her bag. "Hmm… y/n Williamson. Sounds good. Or would you take her last name? I think Leah y/l/n is pretty nice too honestly," Rafa said, making Leah scowl at her.

Leah had thought everyone was here, but there was one last late comer who made her way into the changing room. She wasn’t actually late, just talking with Jonas.

"Sabrina! You missed so much," Katie said excitedly. "No!" Leah yelled, trying to pounce on Katie. "Leah’s dating your teammate!" Katie said quickly, as a split second later, the blondes hand was covering the irish woman’s mouth. "What? Who?!" The keeper exclaimed.

Leah had thought she would have annihilated the threat by shutting Katie up, but Gio took over for the defender. "Y/n y/l/n," she said, shrugging. "GIO!"

"Everybody grab pinnies. Three teams please." Jonas said.

Leah grabbed a purple one randomly from the pile and slipped it on. "Hey, Leah! Look my pinnie number is 29! Get in bed with me?" Katie said, walking up to Leah and pretending like she wanted to give her a kiss. "Want me to call up Ruesha? We’ll see what she says about this!" Leah said, scowling at the girl. "No, no, no! I’m sorry," she said, quickly rushing back to her group.

"Good job girls, 20 minute break… be here for… 12:29," Jonas said.

"Okay who told him! You’re all doing it on purpose!" Leah exclaimed.

Jonas looked horribly confused, most girls were trying to hold in their laughs while the older ones looked around with stern faces. "C’mon, Leah," Kim said, gently grabbing Leah’s shoulders and guiding her inside.

"We’re just teasing you, you know," Beth said, gently placing her hand on Leah’s back. "I know. But you’re acting like you don’t like her or something. I really love her. And your opinion matters to me," Leah said, loud enough for some of the girls to hear as she walked into the changing room. "Leah… you’ve been… sad, the last couple of months. And it would be a lie to say that the last three of those months have been completely different. If she puts a smile on your face then… well we love her," Jen said, looking around for the gunners approval. They all nodded at the woman’s words. "We’re just happy you’re happy," Katie said gently. "And don’t tell Rue I teased you because she’ll kill me," Katie said, basically pleading.

That day, when Leah got home, you were passed out on the couch. The training today had been intense, and you couldn’t help feel as though something was different, throwing you off your game a little.

Leah dropped her bag a little louder than she had meant too, making you spring up quickly, your heart pounding. "Hey, hey. It’s okay baby. It’s just me," she said, walking over to you and sitting down beside you. "Sorry. Tough day," you said, gently pushing her down onto the couch to lie on top of her. "Tell me about it… your day, I mean," Leah said, brushing her fingers through your newly cleaned hair. "Mhm… I don’t know. It was intense but I felt weird the whole day. Like someone knew something about me that they shouldn’t. It’s stupid. I know," you said, fiddling with Leah’s necklace. "Well… um… it’s not actually. Because I accidentally wore your track pants to practice today and now my whole team knows about us," Leah said, slightly scared of your reaction.

You lifted your body up quickly, placing your hands on either side of her and propping yourself up. "Really?!" you said, a slight smile on your face. "Yeah… i’m sorry-"

"No! It’s okay! Unless they hate me and they want us to break up. Oh my god do they hate me? The tackle against Rafa was an accident last game I swear. And Katie got me riled up I didn’t mean to call her the lucky charms mascot it just slipped out and-" you started ranting, panic spreading through your body.

"Hey! Hey. No. It’s okay. They’re happy for us. They’re happy. And i’m happy… and you’re happy… right?" Leah said, gently pushing your head back onto her chest.

"More than I’ve ever been."

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Black eyed & Blue ||

Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires

Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC

Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. 😊

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.

Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!

Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenal…

He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.

He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.

"Blue! Customer!"

Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.

"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.

"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.

"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"

The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.

"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry mister… thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, um…"

Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.

"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"

She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.

"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number so…

"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."

"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better but…"

Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."

Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.

"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."

"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.

"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"

Frank shrugs.

"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"

"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"

She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.

"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorry…"

Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "

She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."

Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"

"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow but…"

"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.

"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."

"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."

Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."

Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.

The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.

"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.

Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."

Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"

Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."

She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"

Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."

She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."

Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."

"What kind of business are you in Pete?"

He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."

"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.

"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."

It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.

'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)

-Blue'

He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.

[noforkingclue]

The Body in the Library Chapter 2 (Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You folded your arms and crossed one leg over the other as Lestrade gave you a tired look.

“Are you serious?” he asked

“What do you think?” you asked, “I find a body in my library-“

“Having two book cases in your living room does not mean it’s a library.” Interrupted Sherlock

“And a body which was clearly murdered in the same manner as one of my best sellers,” you continued, ignoring what Sherlock had said, “what was I meant to do?”

“Call the police and not him.” Lestrade said

“Well I did,” you said, rolling your eyes, “and if you were a bit quicker you might’ve been my top suspect Greg.”

“But you called Sherlock first.” Lestrade said, exasperated

“He didn’t pick up,” you replied curtly, “John did.”

Sherlock scoffed as he continued to pace about your kitchen. You glared at him out of the corner of you eye before sighing and resting your elbow on the table.

“Ok,” you said, “look, I know Sheer Luck didn’t kill that person. I was just pulling your leg! However, that doesn’t explain why there’s a body in my lib- living room. Am I being targeted?”

“Unlikely.” Said Sherlock

You turned around in your seat and glared at him. Sherlock’s back was facing you and you snapped,

“What makes you think that? There’s a dead body in my house, killed in the same manner as one of my best sellers.”

“One of your best sellers.” Muttered Sherlock under his breath

“How is that someone not targeting me!”

“The person murdered was clearly the target,” Sherlock pulled out his phone and started texting, “not you. You were just a convenient place to dump the body. If you will insist on not having suitable alarms then these things will happen.”

“Convenient?”

You stood up and Lestrade sighed and left the kitchen. He was getting a headache from listening to you and Sherlock argue. John, who was lurking outside the kitchen, looked up.

“So,” John said, “how exactly do those two know each other?”

Lestrade opened his mouth to answer but a shout cut him off. He sighed and nodded towards the outside. When they were both outside, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

“That,” he said eventually, “is something they neither of them really talk about.”

“They’ve fucked,” Anderson said, “almost certain they have.”

“Really,” John didn’t sound so sure, “neither of them seem to like each enough for that.”

“You can’t really blame her for hating him though,” said Anderson, “although you’ve got to question her intelligence if she did sleep with him.”

“Who slept with who?”

You asked them as you joined the group outside. You folded your arms as you leant against the wall and said,

“I left Holmes in there. If I spent another minute in there alone with him there would’ve been another body. At least if I did kill him it would be in my kitchen and that’s tiled. A lot easier to mop up blood from tiles instead of hardwood.”

“I thought poison was more your taste.”

You looked over your shoulder and glared at Sherlock who just raised his eyebrows in response.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any arsenic at hand,” you said dryly, “Rest assured that if I did I would certainly use it. Also, I am glad to know you are aware of which methods I usually go to in my books. Are you a secret fan?”

“You mostly use strychnine.” Sherlock said

“You counted how many methods of murder I used.”

“I was merely curious how many times you reused a plot.”

“Reusing a murder weapon is not reusing a plot. Would you say that Agatha Christie reused plots?”

“Unlike you, she had some element of talent.”

“Now listen here-“

“We should probably leave,” Lestrade said to John, “they’re going to be like this for a while.”

“Is it always like this between them?” asked John

“No. Usually it’s a lot worse.”

[courtjester69420]

"Sherlock Holmes is in the public domain so he can be gay now" this, "Sherlock Holmes is in the public domain so he can respect women now" that

everyone is legally obligated to write sherlock x arsene lupin crossover stories and publish them!!!!!!

[anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek]

TEARING DOWN YOUR WALLS (MYCROFT HOLMES X OC!MORIARTY)

Alizon Moriarty, the elder sibling of the renowned consulting criminal, embodies a striking presence with matching hair colour and eyes reminiscent of their notorious counterpart. Yet, Alizon diverges distinctly, portraying a vibrant intellect intertwined with a refined sense of style. Despite their jovial demeanour, Alizon conceals a latent tendency toward psychopathy, a trait that surfaces only under specific triggers.

As the older sibling, Alizon occupies a position of authority within the government, surpassing even the esteemed Mycroft Holmes in rank. Identified as demi-gender, Alizon navigates their identity with grace and confidence, seamlessly balancing their professional obligations with personal complexities.

Mycroft Holmes, The epitome of governmental authority and intellectual prowess. With a demeanour that exudes cool, calculated control, Mycroft navigates the intricate web of political intrigue and criminal activity with unparalleled finesse. His towering intellect is matched only by his formidable presence, often depicted as a master manipulator behind the scenes.

Physically imposing yet possessing an understated elegance, Mycroft's sharp wit and encyclopaedic knowledge serve as formidable weapons in his arsenal. Clad in impeccably tailored suits that mirror his refined taste, he commands attention in any room he enters. Despite his enigmatic demeanour, Mycroft harbours a complex relationship with his younger brother, Sherlock Holmes, often oscillating between mentorship and exasperation in their interactions.

As these two formidable figures cross paths, the question arises: will the elder Moriarty and Holmes siblings become rivals akin to their notorious counterparts, or will they chart a course entirely different from their younger siblings' paths?

Read the story here

Masterlist of what I've written

[oh-saints]

top 5 kt moments 👀👀

gurl you gotta make this so hard but OK in no particular order!!!

when he struck a long range ball the day he was made celtic's captain

WHEN ARSENAL SIGNED HIM

everytime he shows his no-shit-sherlock attitude

anyone remembers KT x hector??? no? no? no? :(

his "boys we need to fucking score, how many chances!!" on his open mic then proceed to provide assist for martin 😍 but basically KT X MØ MOMENTS MY GOD MY HEART 😍🥰😍🥰😍

(ask game!!)

[xunvyrae]

so can we make a johnlock or an arsene lupin x sherlock holmes gay film a thing now

[steampunkmarquise]

With Leverage Redemption season 2 dropping today, here are a few shows that give me Scarlet Pimpernel vibes. (There may not be a character that reminds me of Chauvelin in all of them.)

The first one is, obviously, Leverage (and Leverage Redemption). To me Leverage is modern day Scarlet Pimpernel. There's the masterminded plots and lots of grifting (I would argue that, yes, the PImpernel is a grifter). The Leverage team can be smaller than the league because they also have technology on their side. Wait, you ask, does that mean Sterling = Chauvelin? Kind of. Sterling is Chauvelin but incredibly genre savvy. Sterling always wins, but Chauvelin always loses (while staying alive through the power of knowing the Pimpernel's identity).

Another show is Spy x Family. What if Marguerite was secretly an assassin? And they adopted a child who's secretly a telepath? And it takes place vaguely during the cold war? It's slice of life anime meets spy thriller, with a few other anime genres thrown in occasionally. So far there's not really a Chauvelin analogue, but Yor's brother being in the secret police has some potential.

If you want a podcast, I recommend The Blackwater Aethercast. Steampunk with a bit of occult happenings. The main character, Lord Blackwater, is a genius inventor (anti?)villain, with competent staff to help with his plans. There isn't really a Chauvelin analogue, but the US Marshall in the second arc does get soup thrown on him at one point when he catches up to Lord Blackwater so that he can escape.

Another anime is Moriarty the Patriot. Moriarty give me very strong Pimpernel vibes as the Lord of Crime, with his brothers and others joining him to pull off plots. I guess that makes Sherlock the Chauvelin analogue. I do love their friendship.

A show I am really excited for the next season of is Shadow and Bone. Specifically, the Crows give me the Pimpernel vibes with their heists and plots. Also, the costumes are amazing.

One last anime is Code Realize. A bunch of public domain characters from the victorian times working together in a steampunk world on various plans. Arsene Lupin, gentleman thief, is their leader.

[gentle-serpent]

Bored at work yesterday and thinking about this post.

(He thinks the headphones are tacky.)

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[danielhicks0808]

I write for:

1. S.W.A.T. (Mostly Hicks x Luca)

2. Hudson and Rex

3. Harry Potter (Mostly Severus)

4. Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

5. Arsene Lupin x Maurice Leblanc / Reader

6. Ranger’s Apprentice

7. Notre-Dame de Paris (Claude Frollo)

Request for anything!

[twistedtummies2]

Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - Opening & Rules

I know I only just finished a big countdown this past January, but this one has been on my brain for a LONG time, and I think the time has finally come to unveil it before the unsuspecting world. Be very afraid. Ha Ha.

Anyone who knows me probably knows that I love crime stories. From Whodunnits, to noir-style thrillers, and to everything else in-between. I’ve always loved detective stories, of pretty much all sorts…and a big part of what makes a great detective story is, of course, the detective or detectives on the case. Whether they’re facing an arch-nemesis or just trying to figure out a baffling mystery no one else can solve, detectives are probably one of the most quintessential kinds of protagonist characters: they’re people who essentially make order out of chaos. They come into a situation filled with fear and uncertainty, and they do everything in their power to fix the problem. Sometimes it’s a job, sometimes it’s a weird hobby, sometimes it’s done in a vigilante fashion, but all methods fulfill the same basic function: bringing a just and rational solution to a most unfathomable problem.

I decided it would be fun to do a countdown talking about my favorite sleuths, and…I’m going to be honest, this might be the single hardest countdown I’ve ever made in my life. There are SO MANY characters I love who fit the bill, and choosing and ranking the ones who would make it here was very difficult. To pick and choose who would or would not count, I had to develop a LOT of rules, determining which characters would be selected. I’ll go over some of the basics here…

No “supernatural detectives.” These are characters who don’t so much catch criminals so much as fight monsters, aliens, ghosts, and so on. This includes characters like Kolchak (Kolchak: The Night Stalker), Ichabod Crane (FOX’s Sleepy Hollow), Harry Dresden (The Dresden Files), Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer), and…anybody from “Supernatural” or “The X-Files.” While there will be some detectives on the list who face inhuman foes, their stories fit more in the vein of crime fiction than horror/fantasy fiction, which is where I feel most of these characters really fit.

No characters who are technically detectives, but where the focus isn’t necessarily on them BEING detectives. (One example is Inspector Javert from Les Miserables.) Similarly, with one exception, no characters who aren’t the focal sleuths of their respective series. (An example here is Inspector Lestrade from Sherlock Holmes.)

No characters who are more “superheroes” than “detectives.” Characters like Batman can count, because they’re essentially “super detectives.” However, characters like Superman or Spider-Man do not count; both have their “detective moments,” but that’s not really the focus of their stories or characters, typically speaking.

No characters who are “noble criminals.” These are characters who aren’t so much “detectives” so much as anti-heroic or misunderstood hero figures that fight crime by committing crimes. Characters like Arsene Lupin, William James Moriarty, or the Netflix version of Carmen Sandiego do not apply to this countdown. Similarly, characters who can be classified as "crimefighters that aren't detectives," who straddle a fine line between these sorts and more direct heroes - like the Green Hornet or the swashbuckling Zorro - will not be counted, either.

Finally, no parody or pastiche characters. Comical detectives are allowed, but they have to be their own characters, not satires of pre-existing figures. Tied to that, detectives with multiple interpretations will only be eligible for one spot on the list. Characters like Sherlock Holmes, for instance, have been spoofed, adapted, and reimagined countless times. It would be greatly unfair to include multiple entries with the same basic character over and over again. So you won’t be seeing anybody like Basil of Baker Street or Sherlock Hemlock here.

There is a lot of gray area to be found with many of those rules, and as I do think I mentioned, one or two exceptions may be found. Even with these strictures in place, I had to leave many characters I love out of the running, and I’m pretty sure I might have even forgotten a few I enjoy. There’s just only so much room I can make. So if a favorite character or franchise you’re familiar with doesn’t appear anywhere, just know it’s either because I don’t know them, or I just didn’t have room for them.

With that said…it will soon be time to get a clue. Tomorrow, I shall post my requisite Honorable Mentions – Twelve Terrific Detectives who almost made the cut, but not quite – and then the countdown will begin in earnest. Welcome to an event I like to call…A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes!

[princessbutler1316]

Couples Which in my opinion are cannon and no matter what the original plot says

1- Lupin III and Jigen Daisuke

2- Dio Brando and Enrico Pucci

3- Sherlock Holmes and William James Moriarty

[dreamerswriter]

Sherlock Holmes: I’m Positive He Said This at One Point

So.... I like Brooklyn 99. It looks like an amazing show. I can’t watch it, so I'm going by YouTube videos and memes. 

After looking at it, Jake reminds me a lot of Sherlock if Sherlock just straight up said everything that came across his mind. That being said, I’m pretty sure Sherlock would say this. You can’t convince me otherwise. 

Enjoy all these incorrect quotes! I have no restraint! 

Also, spoilers! SO, don’t look if you don’t want any!

I half expected the Mittlemont case to go like this. 

Culprit: I killed him for love! Sherlock: cool motive still murder!

I’m surprised that hasn’t happened. 

Sherlock plays his violin to get the suspects to sing Victim: number 5! Number 5 killed my brother Sherlock: oh my gods I forgot about that part

You know what? This is a modern AU of sorts. That’s how I'm going to explain Benjamin having a security camera in this. 

Benjamin shows Sherlock and Irene security footage Sherlock: is that how I walk? Irene: yes Sherlock: should I change it? Irene: yes

Ok, so he talked with the queen over tea.... I’m pretty sure they are good pals 

Sherlock has a picture of the queen and him and does an accent of the queen. Yujin: Sherlock no. Sherlock: you're right. I need to work on my queen. See you jail, Moriarty!

Just a fun moment with Irene. Honestly, Irene and Yujin friendship is something I need

Yujin: what is your first reaction when you see a man? Irene; the audacity

Honestly, I think Lupin and Mycroft would be... frenemies with Sherlock. 

Sherlock: I keep saying things I regret Yujin/Mycroft/Lupin: then stop talking Sherlock -pulls out a mega phone- ha ha ha! no!

Jealous Sherlock? Yes! 

Sherlock: it is so weird Irene dated that man Yujin: why do you care so much? Sherlock: I don't but I'm better!

Marriage moments! 

There is an unopened box. Sherlock and Irene both want to open it. Sherlock: i shall open it! Irene: I'm opening it! -twists his arm as he screams-

Irene: Sherlock.... Sherlock: oh no, Sherlock in b flat, you're disappointed in me

Irene: Sherlock do you want us to get married in a place that gives out restraining orders? Sherlock -holds her hands and doesn't even look away- Irene Adler I will marry you any time, any place. I will marry you in the filth of the backstreets of England

Sherlock: ah my pregnant wife taking charge! I don't know if I should be proud or turned on! Irene: I said do it! Sherlock: ah it's both!

Huh.... I find my lack of Ryunosuke disturbing... I’ll be sure to fix that next time.