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Today's problematic ship is Mycroft Holmes and Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock BBC
Brother/brother incest
Toxic
Power imbalance
Requested by anonymous
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tired-fandom-ndn · 7 months
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Elementary's interpretation of Mycroft and Sherlock's relationship is just. So interesting, all tangled up in resentment and longing and miscommunication, and this fandom DESERVED a holmescest community.
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ivycopper · 11 months
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so just in case you're interested, if you ship the Holmeses, you'll probably like the Farnons as well. that's 70s ACGAS, not modern ACGAS. you're extremely welcome
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marbhastaigh · 11 months
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Well I just recommended my English prof some quality fanfictions to read.
Some Master/pet (kylo,hux,mitaka) relationship and some holmescest.
He was hooked and I'm shooked
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everythingcanadian · 3 months
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Sherlock/Watson/Lestrade/Mycroft idea
Just joined this fandom. And i have a thought here.( Yes this includes holmescest. Fuck off if you don't like it.)
And it may have already been said.
But the skull Sherlock has in the flat being used as Yorick's skull in a small reciting of Hamlet.
It's a Sunday. Neither Greg nor Mycroft are needed at their places of work. So it's a rare day off for all of them.
Greg is slowly making himself and Mycroft cups of afternoon coffee. A small indulgence they share and enjoy. The little frother Sherlock gave him at a crime scene whirring away in a small metal carafe to create light and cold milk foam.
A case had been solved on Friday morning in the wee hours, so Sherlock is content to relax for the moment. He's playing with his fingers on the chair's armrests, mentally going through a section of a piece of music he's been lowly composing.
John is writing something down on a pad of paper with the pen Mycroft got him for Christmas. The buttery soft scratch of the fountain pen in his hand is a delightful harmony to the soft tapping of Sherlocks fingers and socked toes along with the even hum of the frother.
And Mycroft is perfectly happy relaxing on the couch with his eyes closed, listening to the soft trio of sounds in 221B. The domestic silence is a balm over his usually busy mind. The slippers Greg had told him to get were warm and cozy as he had his feet elegantly proped up on the fool rest John had bought for the flat.
The silence never lasts. It only pauses.
They had put their mundane conversation on hold for the few minutes it took for Greg to get himself and Mycroft a treat. And to toss the pack of dark chocolate coated digestives to Sherlock. And to bring a small packet of crisps for John to pick at.
Once he had sat back down next to Mycroft on the couch. However, it was like someone had pressed play again.
They had started out earlier with reminiscing on University days. Then Greg had laughed and said Sherlock probably blew through all his classes in one year. Which then dragged them down a line of their early childhood and teenage educations.
"What load of tripe did you lot have to read for Shakespeare. We had a play each year from year 7 until year 11." John had bemoaned. "I then had The Dumb Waiter for my GCSE program. Thank christ."
Greg smiled into his mug when he heard Mycroft scoff. This was good.
"Shakespeare may be entirely over taught but his tragedies still hurt to experience."
"You had Macbeth, didn't you?" John lifted his pen and looked at Mycroft.
"Three bloody years in a row." The mild disgust on Mycroft’s face had both Greg and John grinning. "I didn't really care for the plays, Shakespeare or otherwise. The epics were more for me."
"Posh boy." John teased with affection.
"Indeed."
Greg swallowed around the rich warmth. "We had Romeo and Juliet for the 8th. Then Othello for the 9th. Then the two Richards. Got stuck with The Tempest in uni. It was alright."
Sherlock laughed. And then bit his lip to try to keep it in. But it was woefully impossible.
"Thanks, love." Greg's voice belayed his eyeroll. "What did you have?"
"He got lucky. Only had to do two." Mycroft said through his teeth. Semi-annoyed.
"Macbeth. And, Hamlet."
"Is that why you have the skull?" Greg's brows rose.
"Oh- no, that's a different item altogether. The original was blown up, remember? I replaced it. But-" Sherlock stood up, putting the still unopened pack of biscuits on the floor next to his chair. He glided easily over to his skull friend and picked it up. He held it out and regarded it. A smile flicked up his lips. John capped his pen and sat back in his desk chair as Sherlock cleared his throat and stood tall, face changing into one of teasing but serious nature as he pressed his voice to be bold.
"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that."
Sherlock bowed when he heard the claps from his lovers, Greg taking the piss and shouting, "Bravo, bravo! Encore!"
Sherlock snorted before placing the skull back on the mantle. Patting the cranium lightly before going back to his chair.
"You did enjoy the theatrical, brother mine." Mycroft sighed it softly, "I remember you performing the whole of Henry the fifth's speech. Quite emotional for me to hear you like that."
Sherlock closed his eyes and tipped his head in a bow.
John's little smile grew to be that all encompassing hug of one. Where his eyes softened and it made you feel safe. "I'd love to see that. I bet it's a deep moment."
"My voice cracked in the middle of it on my last performance of it."
"It was a- fragile time if I remember it right." Greg's voice pitched down as he looked at Sherlock, his hand finding Mycroft’s leg for something to hold. "You wanted to prove you were sober. Finally. We were at Mycroft's home, in the guestroom, and it was officially a month clean. And here Sherlock was, standing on the bed in his pyjamas, voice steady for the beginning, and quieting down as the intimacies of the speech hit him." Greg took another sip of his drink. Licking his lips he tilted his head and kept his brown eyes trained on Sherlock. "It was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. Held you between the two of us we did. Let you cry it all out. Fielded your tantrum after. But it's worth it."
Sherlocks shoulders relaxed as he heard that.
Mycrofts own hum of assurance added to Greg's sentiments.
"And it led us here." Sherlock murmured into the room between them all.
"Indeed it has." Mycroft smiled warmly and placed his free hand over Greg's on his thigh.
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cheekbonesofbenny · 1 year
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Sherlock roleplay anyone?
Ships -
Johnlock (my main ship)
Sherstrade
Holmescest
Sheriarty
Anderlock
I’m sure it there’s others that I’ve forgotten lol. I will roleplay most M/M ships from the fandom.
I love angst, I have no triggers, but no major character deaths please.
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Discord - cheekbonesofbenny #3693
I look forward to hearing from you.
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okariaonb · 1 year
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Sherlock - Love is Blindness
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slytheringatiss · 2 years
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When he gives you the best blow of your life.!!
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fleetingdesires · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💛
Danni ❤️ It's taken me way too long to do this, but I have some time now so let's get to it. In vaguely descending order:
Marching On | E | 10k | Snarry (and various background relationships)
Fifteen years into Severus and Harry's relationship, the status quo becomes untenable. Harry grapples with no longer being able to turn a blind eye towards Severus' bit on the side, while Severus finally realises that his best might not have been good enough for Harry. And Teddy? Well, he's just the catalyst that brought home the hard truths.
Why I love it: It's love in all its messy reality. Sometimes we make choices we come to regret. Sometimes we make choices we don't regret until someone makes us regret it. Sometimes that regret doesn't feel real or genuine except to the person who feels it. And sometimes, the thing that is sacrificed for love is a piece of your soul. Is that a valid tradeoff? Don't know. Ask yourself. I still am.
The Lover and the Boytoy | E | 10k | Snucius, Drucius, Draco/Lucius/Severus
Draco has been thirsty for his Daddy’s best friend, Severus Snape - and Lucius knows it. Of course he'll indulge his boy, even (or maybe, especially) if it means sharing his lover.
Why I love it: Yet another messy situation. I love them. Sudden emotional intrigue in the middle of a PWP? I didn't see it coming and neither will anyone else. Thanks for spawning brain rot, fic, I *appreciate* it. I guess.
All out of Sorts | E | 1.8k | Snarry
The Sorting Ceremony is for children. When adults attempt it, the results can be rather unexpected as Headmaster Snape, the most Slytherin of Slytherins, finds out. Bad-tempered huffing and puffing ensues.
Why I love it: I made Severus a Hufflepuff. It's fucking hilarious. That's all. 😂
Playing Games | E | 9k | Albus Severus Potter/James Sirius Potter
James thinks they’re just playing Truth or Dare. Al is playing a different game altogether.
Why I love it: Feels like the hottest thing I've ever written. May be influenced by @phenomenalasterisk's amazing podfic of it, which made me blush so hard while driving (my first mistake, really) I had to stop listening halfway through for fear of crashing. Just thinking about it makes me a little hot, ngl.
Settling/Unsettling | E | 29k | Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes
Mycroft loves the one man he cannot have - his brother. It doesn’t help that their relationship is tattered beyond recognition. When Gregory Lestrade enters his life, he is pleasantly surprised to find that the man is satisfactory, both in and out of bed. If he can't have the one man he wants, he may as well settle for second best. But what happens when events draw the brothers closer together, and the impossible becomes probable?
Why I love it: It is not my finest piece of work. A diamond in the rough is a more accurate description of it. But damn, I still love the plot and want to rewrite it someday.
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tired-fandom-ndn · 7 months
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on the subject of elementary holmescest
that scene in s2e1 where joan tells sherlock about her upcoming dinner with mycroft and he's like "classic case of transference, you want to sleep with me but you cannot, so you're going for the cheap knock-off" that happens after we find out that sherlock fucked mycroft's fiancee 7 TIMES. yeah, sure, she was a gold digger but there probably were a dozen more simple and effective ways to deal with it lol
someone is, mayhaps, projecting
YES YES EXACTLY
And on the topic of Sherlock being insistent that Mycroft and Joan's relationship is transference for Joan's supposed feelings about Sherlock, Mycroft initially approached Joan specifically because he wanted to understand Sherlock better and actually be close to his brother through Joan. Sherlock's transference theory is CANON for Mycroft.
So much of their relationship is using other people to basically circle each other, to get a rise from each other or to feel closer to someone they feel is out of their reach. It's so obvious that they're both desperate to be closer, to be part of each other's lives, and the only way either of them can think to do that is by having sex with each other's respective female partners.
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huxiomatic · 2 months
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He’s not there to help you, Ominis, run.
I blame this entirely on accidentally-not-accidentally stumbling upon the gauntcest universe that the_invisibility_bloke on ao3 has cursed/blessed me with. Also hc that the Gaunts just took the slytherin crest and made their own from it (and Marvolo definitely has it tattooed on himself).
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sals-soda · 2 months
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Been reading so much Holmescest. Might overdose on it
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rippedstitches · 6 months
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I was always a holmescest hater before I stopped denying my freakish nature but I get it now. I get it
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slytheringatiss · 2 years
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Butterfly feelings in the sheets
Stay up late just to watch me sleep
Can't we always be this way? Yeah-yeah
Can't we always be?
Losin' our minds, stuck on each other, doin' overtime
Wastin' every second doin' what we like
Baby, I just wanna be, I wanna be your alibi
Our life, all life
Will you still want me when your heart stops racin'?
Will you hold me when my fire's ragin'?
Will you still be there when our skin starts agin'?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you still love me when I don't kiss you first
When you walk through the door?
Will you know you're still mine and I'm yours?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
I've heard three words too soon before
Say you love me when you know you're sure
'Cause it won't always be this way, na-na
We won't always be
Losin' our minds, stuck on each other, doin' overtime
Wastin' every second doin' what we like
Baby, I just wanna be, I wanna be your alibi
Our life, all life
Will you still want me when your heart stops racin'?
Will you hold me when my fire's ragin'?
Will you still be there when our skin starts agin'?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you still love me when I don't kiss you first
When you walk through the door?
Will you know you're still mine and I'm yours?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you still want me when your heart stops racin'?
Will you hold me when my fire's ragin'?
Will you still be there when our skin starts agin'?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you still love me when I don't kiss you first
When you walk through the door?
Will you know you're still mine and I'm yours?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
Will you love me hard?
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fleetingdesires · 2 years
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😈 It's Ephie, your resident degenerate 😈
If you're here, you've had at least a taste of the delicious degeneracy I love to read and write. If I am wrong: I don't know how you got here, truly, but I am very pleased.
Ye olde askbox is open to requests.
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SELF-RECS by fandom under the cut! (updated 5 Aug 2023)
In which I write fics that should feel squirmy but don't. Trust me on this one. Try a taste of the forbidden fruit. There’s some select fluff in there too. What can I say, I’ve got range.
Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Heartbreak Warfare | 5k | T | Snarry
The Potions master was dosed with heartbreak in a vial, ensuring a perfectly ironic death… Unless someone came along to cure him with true love’s kiss.
The Want of You | 7k | E | Snarry
On his night off, Severus unexpectedly realises that Harry has grown into quite an attractive man. He's just not going to think too hard about it. No, he's not going to think about him at all. It's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine.
Marching On | 10k | E | Snarry, Snucius, minor Teddy Lupin/Harry Potter
Fifteen years into their relationship, the status quo becomes untenable. Harry grapples with the issues he's swept under the carpet, while Severus finally realises that his best might not have been good enough. And Teddy? Well, he's just the catalyst that brought home the hard truths.
HPdom Cest Fics
When a Fire Starts to Burn | 10k | E | Snarry
It's a Severitus to Snarry A/B/O! Severus is stood up by an alpha for his yearly heat. Suppressants can only help so much then, and when his heat comes on with his sixteen-year-old adoptive alpha son around him, well, things happen.
Daddy Dom and the Pureblood Prince | 8k | E | Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy
Draco knows he shouldn’t want his father to pound him into the mattress. But after seeing how very good Daddy is at it, the boy will do anything to get his way — and gets so much more than he ever dreamt of.
The Lover and the Boytoy | 10k | E | Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Draco has been thirsty for his Daddy’s best friend, Severus Snape - and Lucius knows it. Of course he'll indulge his boy, even (or maybe, especially) if it means sharing his lover.
An Inappropriate Use of the Dentist in His Office | 4k | E | Hermione Granger/Mr Granger
Inspired by this scintillating fact: "Dentists can tell if you’ve given a blow job recently. There is very specific bruising that occurs on the roof of the mouth." In which Mr Granger sees something he really would rather not in his own daughter's mouth, and it sends him spiralling. The said daughter provides relief of an unexpected sort. Alternate summary: When Dentist Daddy looks at his daughter's mouth and goes, “Girl, what that mouth do?”
Flesh of the Father, Freely Given | 18k | E | Harry Potter/Lily Luna Potter
Lily Luna has always been Harry's pride and joy. Spoiled and spunky, she was everything he could have ever asked for in a daughter. The day he finds out just what she's been up to online, however, is the day when he realises that he wants nothing more than to go from Dad to Daddy.
For more, check out my HP Cest Fest '22 masterlist!
Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes (BBC Sherlock)
Home | 9k | E | Sherlock/Mycroft
"Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes," Mycroft had said. But two years away, and he may as well have died in that fall off the roof of St Bart's. Baker Street was no longer synonymous with home. On impulse, Sherlock sends a text to Mycroft. Can I stay with you for a while? SH
Parallel | 20k | E | Sherlock/Mycroft
It happens, again and again. It happens every time Mycroft comes home. Sometimes, all they do is kiss. Most times, they do more than kiss. Mycroft never initiates it, but it doesn't matter when he always gives in, when he hopes for it, when he comes to look forward to the increasingly skilled seductions of his brother.
scales (and what they do) | 13k | E | Sherlock/Mycroft
Sometimes, communicating face-to-face is just too hard. Alternatively: Constantly text your crush for absolutely no reason + Holmescest = this fic.
Say Something Loving (series, on hiatus) | 90k+ | E | Sherlock/Mycroft
One brother held a gun on the other, and years of denial came crashing down around their ears. But reality is always more complex than fantasy, even for the brothers Holmes. The end of the line, but there was only one thing he wanted to know. "Tell me one last thing, brother. In this end, was it worth it to deny us what we wanted?"
Double Trouble | 13k | E | Sherlock/Mycroft/Antony Dimmond (Hannibal x-over)
After the wait of a lifetime, Mycroft finally brings someone home for Christmas. The handsome, suave, and intelligent Antony is genuinely charming, and it is obvious to anyone why he has caught Mycroft's eye. Sherlock could care less, but he is determined not to show it. Until Antony charms him too, and he has to admit that Mycroft may have finally moved on from their past.
Happy reading!
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