#sherlock fandom

[tommysm0ondust]

bought this shirt yesterday. I think this is my biggest achievement ever. this was at this huge band t shirt store. I've won at life.

[low-rez-moth]

Someone please make a gif set of Sam and Dean labeled as Generic White Man 1 and Generic White Man 2

when people use “you messed with the wrong fandom” as a threat

[scribblewasp]

Why i've cried this week so far:

Monday, 5:34 PM: saw an edit of Sherlock and John on tiktok (BBC)

Monday, 6:15 PM: read a tumblr post about johnlock

Tuesday, 3:46 PM: wrote a sad bit of the script to my Sherlock Holmes webtoon

Wednesday, 4:45 AM: finished a johnlock fanfiction on Ao3

Thursday, 2:34 PM: thinking about eventual S&Co reichenbach on my 23527th lap around the kitchen countertop

Thursday, 12:47 AM: finished a one chapter fanfiction about Johnlock that i was reading with my sibling (they did not cry)

Thursday, 1:04 AM: found out the last line of the ACD canon is "one day the true story may be told" which is FUCKING AWFUL???

Today (Friday), 6:45 AM: thought about johnlock before taking my meds (mistake)

im built genuinely incorrectly because how the hell is my stupid ahh crying over the actual THOUGHT of johnlock. I JUST WOKE UP!!

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Too Late?

Normally, I am quick to react – it has saved my life on several occasions. This time, it was of no lifesaving consequence, which was good, because I would no longer be among the living.

Afterthought and reflection regarding me as a person, had never been something I had given much thought. Almost everyone seemed to think that I was a freak and/or a psychopath, so my belated reaction to John Watson could very well be explained by my utter befuddlement when he called me amazing and extraordinary.

“You do realise that you are saying that out loud?” was my delayed response.

I wanted to kick myself for being so rude to this man who had praised my deductions about the dead woman dressed in pink.

His murmured apology did unspeakable things to my heart.

“Caring is never an advantage, brother mine.”

Mycroft’s voice and sound advice kept me from embarrassing myself by telling John that I was quite flattered by the praise. So, instead I ran from the crime scene and left John behind.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

***

I had no idea what I had done to make Sherlock run from the crime scene. Could it be my uncontrived outbursts when he disclosed the minutiae regarding the dead woman and her life? He did seem a bit conflicted about it. Incredulous, pleased, and nervous.

The DI looked at me like I was some sort of rare specimen, but he was too busy trying to make sense of Sherlock’s analysis to pay me any more attention after the man’s departure.

Outside, the female officer made more snarky remarks, which I tuned out. I walked around the corner to find a taxi I couldn’t afford. Instead, a black limousine stood waiting for me.

“Come with me Doctor Watson,” a woman said politely.

“Why would I do that?” I challenged her. “I’m going to – “

“It has everything to do with Sherlock Holmes. You will be driven back to Baker Street later. There is nothing to worry about, doctor.”

“And if I refuse?”

“John!”

Before my eyes, Sherlock appeared with a pink suitcase, glaring daggers at the woman who tapped furiously at her phone.

“Tell my brother to leave Doctor Watson alone, Anthea,” Sherlock chided.

Anthea just shrugged and slid into the back seat of the limousine. Seconds later it was gone.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“My brother is quite overprotective of me. His default reaction to people connected with me is to kidnap and interrogate them.”

“Is he the British government or something?”

The bright smile Sherlock gave me, lit up the entire street.

“Precisely!” he exclaimed.

***

When I realised who had shot Jeff Hope, I swore to never again underestimate John. He stood some feet away from me and Lestrade, looking so innocent and benign. The urge to take him out to dinner, to learn everything there was to know about him, to maybe kiss him, overwhelmed me to the extent that I failed to register Mycroft’s arrival.

John stood and watched us bicker about Mummy, raising an eyebrow when he ascertained who Mycroft was.

“Doesn’t look very intimidating to me,” he murmured when we walked away from the ambulance.

There was only one thing to say after that.

“Dinner?”

“Starving”

***

My conclusions regarding Sherlock’s and Lestrade’s reactions to my praise, proved to be valid. Apparently, no one had ever given the man positive feedback, hence his surprise and scepticism when I poured my heart out, so to speak.

“It’s a scandal,” I told him when he explained himself.

“Don’t be so dramatic, John. That is my role,” he smirked.

God, I wanted to kiss that smirk off his face so badly.

I licked my lips while letting my eyes linger on that perfect cupids bow across the table at the Chinese restaurant. A blush graced his prominent cheekbones, and I balled my fists so hard it hurt. I wouldn’t put it past myself to pull him towards me for a proper snog if I relaxed.

“Home?” I inquired some ten minutes later when our plates were empty.

“Yes,” his husky voice replied.

Neither of us wasted any time once the door to 221B was locked behind us. It was a passionate collision of limbs which made me see stars. His lips were addictive at first contact, and I kissed him like a starving man, tugging at his curls, moaning into his mouth, pulling him closer, which at that point was an impossible feat.

“John,” he panted when we broke the kiss, looking flustered and baffled.

“You alright? What do you need?”

“Do you really want this with me? Because, if this is only an afterthought, or convenient – “

I put my finger on his lips to stop his ramblings.

“I want this. Not as a one-night-stand, or entertainment for a few weeks. I’ve already killed a man for you, haven’t I? The mere thought of not being in your orbit, of not living here with you, makes me nauseous, Sherlock. I know it’s early days, and I don’t trust people easily, but with you…you are the exception, an anomaly.”

His body sagged with relief at my admission and his lips found mine again.

***

Some weeks later, I was summoned to Buckingham Palace, where I found Sherlock wearing just a sheet. My life with the world’s only consulting detective was exciting, intriguing, insane, and utterly addictive. 

Apparently, it was not too late to find a purpose in life, even when said life, just a few months earlier, had been dull and grey.

Now, we solve crimes together, I blog about it, and we never had any use for that second bedroom. 

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[mekandwljd]

[imjustagoldfish]

Mark Gatiss: I had to dye my hair to match Benedict's

Everyone: *still drawing fanarts where Mycroft is a red head anyway*

[generic-newsies-username]

John Watson third wheeling since 1887

[kalikayart]

It's 3 a.m rn and I just finished rereading The Final Problem and I'm full on sobbing 😭 the "Very sincerely yours,Sherlock Holmes" got to me plsss sherlock😭😭 I'm in literal tears

[holmesianlove]

FTH fic posting

Our first #FTH offering for 2025 is ready for you all! Thanks to @whatnext2020 for the awesome prompts.

In Spite of it All - 28k words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67387089

From

@fuck-off-watson-rp and @holmesianlove

Sherlock tries very hard to make John see him as a romantic possibility but John, as usual is oblivious. Greg and Mycroft scheme to help things along and send them on a case as a married couple which helps force things to a conclusion. Will John really be receptive to Sherlock's desires?

[chazchaschad]

Sherlock Holmes and the hound with a basketball or something I haven’t read that one

[scribblewasp]

shameless self promo

The Illustrated Adventures of Sherlock Holmes comes out very soon on Webtoon and….yeah just Webtoon as of right now I don’t really know where else comics go

[mouse-of-mischief]

I always had a different view of the ending of Scandal in Belgravia. I always saw it as Irene really did die, and Sherlock was only imagining what it would have been like if he had been able to save her. When Sherlock laughs quietly to himself and puts Irene's phone away in the drawer muttering, "the woman...THE woman..." I always heard that as bittersweet and pensive. Self-deprecating, even. Like he's scolding himself for not having things end like he wanted. But that may just be my angst-loving writer's brain talking.

What do we think BBC Sherlock babes?

Was Mycroft in on saving Irene from beheading, or did Sherlock get it past him?

I aleays thought the former but when researching this the other day a lot of the internet was trying to tell me otherwise!

I just don't really know why they would've bothered lying to John.

[sher2650]

The east wind takes us all in the end.

[naxxsstuff]

Normal Sherlock and Watson

Medical Sherlock and Watson

Horror Sherlock and Watson

Supernatural Sherlock and Watson

And last but not least, lo and behold

Biblical Sherlock and Watson

(Honorably mention to merlin and King Arthur, the medieval Sherlock and watson)

[herius-is-drawing]

Sherlock: What feels like home?

John: Baker Street.