#sherlockholmes

[ogsherlockholmes]

Holmes when a woman needs help: Watson, immediately, we must leave. Yes now, right now, no I don’t care if I’m in withdrawal, I must save her. I will adopt her, she will be my own. She can’t pay? Her safety is payment enough, I would do anything for my daughter

Holmes when a rich man needs help: … I don’t know, maybe. He’ll pay? A lot of money? … might have to think about it. He thinks his life is in immediate danger? Bit dramatic, don’t you think? (Ends up solving the case more out of wanting to solve a case rather than help the client)

[pikatik]

To my previous drawing of "Sherlock & CO." Watson, here's Sherlock himself too :D

Maybe I'll draw Marianna (is it one or two "n"s?) and Archie at some point :]

[grickle14]

The Pug of the Baskervilles.

[hellobitches990]

Reblog if you’re still an active member of the BBC Sherlock / Granada holmes / acd community

[irina3244]

[universe-nero]

HBD! Dear Liam

[monkeyscomics]

💀🥛 'Sherlock!!!! YOU DON'T PUT EMPTY BOTTLE BACK IN THE FRIDGE!!!' - John Watson

A member from Johnlock group said this is something John would do, I 100% agree ;)

I enjoy a lot being inspired by fandom, its a joy hanging out with you guys ^u^/

[leizyzet]

Fan work. Sherlock.

The work was created by me and the neural network.

[a-freemaniac]

Chatted with another fan today and got a lecture on how much ships and other shows I let pass by.

" Concentrating on Sherlock only is stupid"

Ok....let's do this like in the support groups I always detested to attend:

I'm Sabrina I'm 43 years old and I only ship Sherlock and John.

No other ship! No other series!

No actors!

Because I love Sherlock and John and I'm perfectly happy and content with it.

These boys saved my life and brought happiness back into it.

And I will definitely not starting to apologise for it!

Thank you.

* patient sighs and sits down again *

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Whoa Baby

Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader

Requested by @shinypandacherryblossom

Synopsis: you have startling news for your big brothers

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, this is kinda short.

Rain pelted your back as you pounded on the locked door of 221B Baker Street.

“Alright, alright, don’t have a-“ Mrs. Hudson froze at the sight of you shivering at her front door. “Oh dear, hurry in.” She stepped aside to let you through.

“Thank you,” you tried to wipe the tears away along with the rainwater, but of course you didn’t fool Mrs. Hudson.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” you cursed the quaver in your voice. “Is Sherlock in?”

“Yes, Mycroft too, he just popped in for a case or something,” the disdain in Mrs. Hudson’s voice made clear her opinion of your oldest brother.

“Thanks,” was all you could manage as you made your way up the stairs. You thought you’d have more time before you had to deal with Mycroft, but you supposed only having to tell the news once might be better anyway.

You didn’t bother knocking, and by the awkward silence that engulfed the room you could tell you’d interrupted something.

“What are you doing here?” Sherlock inquired.

“It’s good to see you too,” you scoffed.

“What’s wrong?” Mycroft noticed your state half a second faster than his little brother, and was therefore the first to bring it up.

You were sure you looked like a mess, and it didn’t take a Holmes’ skill to notice it; you’d rushed here, in the rain, without an umbrella, and you were sure that your tears still left a visible trace on your face.

“I-I need to talk to you guys,” once again you hated the quaver in your voice as you took a seat on Sherlock’s couch.

“We’re in the middle of something,” Sherlock said indignantly.

“It’s important,” you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“Tell us then,” Mycroft urged.

“Would you sit down, please?”

Sherlock was already seated in his chair, and Mycroft hesitated for a moment before going to John’s chair and sitting.

“Now, what could possibly be so earth shattering?”

“W-well…” you struggled with where to begin. “You remember Y/BF/N?”

“Your boyfriend?” Mycroft nodded. “Of course, what about him?”

“You interrupted us to tell us about a breakup?” Sherlock’s annoyance was evident as he stood.

“How did you-“

“Your appearance is fairly self evident. Is that really all there is?” Mycroft asked, and you could tell his impatience was growing as well.

“No,” you insisted, and with a sigh Sherlock lowered himself back into his chair.

“What, did he cheat on you? I could do something about him, if you’d like,” your annoyance was triggered when Mycroft’s bored tone reached you.

“It’s not just about that jerk, ok? And no, I don’t want you to do anything to him,” you took a deep breath. “He did leave me…be-because I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was like a thick mist that hung over the room, all encompassing and ominous.

“He doesn’t want it,” you were crying again now, and Sherlock quickly got to his feet. “H-he…” you stiffened in surprise when Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. “Sherlock?”

Mycroft looked surprised as well, but still he rose to his feet and came to stand by the two of you.

“Forget him,” Sherlock insisted. “We’re going to help you, alright?”

“I want you to stay at my place during your pregnancy,” Mycroft broke in. “It’s the safest for you.”

You felt the corners of your lips twist into a smile. Your world felt upside down right now, but at least you had two brothers to hold onto.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Characters: Sherlock and John

Like a grown child

“God, you act like a child sometimes,” I exclaim looking pointedly at Sherlock. 

“You make it sound like something unpleasant, John,” Sherlock pouts. “I thought you loved children.”

Over the last year living with Sherlock Holmes, I’ve learnt to expect the unexpected, but this retort took me by surprise. Was Sherlock implying something, or was it just wishful thinking and imagination on my part? We never talked about children. Why would he think I love them? Searching my brain doesn’t give me any clarity on the matter. 

I have been dating on and off since I moved in, but it’s hard to keep me interested nowadays. Sherlock is so much more fun to be around than any of my dates. Besides, I’ve recently realised that I’m desperately in love with the madman. I know it won’t lead to anything, because Sherlock is married to his work, though sometimes I think I’ve spotted some glances that tells me he’s not as aloof as he was in the beginning of our acquaintanceship. 

“John?” Sherlock inquires. 

I startle when he addresses me, because I’ve been so lost in thought, I’d almost forgotten he’s standing in front of me. 

“What were you thinking of, John?” Sherlock murmurs and moves into my personal space. 

My cheeks blush and I’m unable to form a coherent sentence. Having him this close to me apparently makes my brain go offline. All I register is the warmth from his body, the exquisite scent of him, his breath on my forehead and then his hand touches my shoulder. 

I inhale sharply, close my eyes to revel in this cocoon-like encounter. 

“Look at me,” he whispers and I’m unable to resist. 

When I meet his gaze, the child-like behaviour from earlier has vanished. What’s left is a sincere look and a warmth I’ve never seen before. I raise my hand to cup his cheek and he leans into my touch, closes his eyes and moans quietly. 

The sight is breathtaking and I long to move closer. As if he’s read my mind, he encircles my shoulders and pulls me to him. His eyes scan my face and what he finds must please him if his genuine smile is any indicator. 

“I want to kiss you,” I tell him in the softest voice I know. 

“Please, John.”

The way he says my name, makes my heart flutter. It feels like the most precious thing. 

My fingers caress his nape, he lowers his head, and our lips meet. His plush lips are delicious under mine. I let my other hand card through the luxuriant curls, and it doesn’t take a consulting detective to realise that he enjoys that immensely. 

When we part, Sherlock looks dazed and is reluctant to let me go. 

His inner child has once again emerged, I think to myself. 

It’s my turn to scan his face for any foul play. Has he distracted me from…I can’t seem to remember what I was so agitated about now that I have the gorgeous man in my arms. 

“You’ve put a spell on me, haven’t you?” I murmur and claim Sherlock’s lips again, not caring a fig about how I yield to him. 

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[ogsherlockholmes]

If I wrote a modern day Holmes adaptation I’d include a scene were Watson was like “Holmes, it’s four o’clock in the afternoon, it’s too early to go to bed” and Holmes would pop out from beneath his duvet and say “who decided four o’clock was too early? Capitalists, and I oppose capitalism." then he would turn his lamp off and fall asleep.

[holmesianlove]

Right here they are. My babies. All four fics are completed and my labour of love is over. It’s now unlocked for non members to read again too!

X has ruined the ability to promote this stuff on there and have it seen so please give it some love if you’re still #johnlock inclined and you need some holiday reading!

[grickle14]

The super great MOOSE detective.

[hellobitches990]

Two tickets to Barbie please

[mybones537]

Nothing much. Just Moran being Moran