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BBC Sherlock.
It is what it is
"I cheated on Mary," said John, as his eyes welled up, and in came the monologue to a non-existent person, presumably Mary.
Sherlock followed John's gaze and stopped at an empty corner of the sitting room of their flat. Well, his flat, technically, because John wasn't here anymore.
All he could conclude was that John was not okay.
"Who you think I am, is the man I want to be," John continued.
Sherlock turned to look from the empty corner to John's face, pressing his lips together with utter heartbreak. Sherlock had always admired John's medical skills, his combat skills, his sense of authority, his sense of humour, and the list could go on forever.
Mary was not even in the picture when Sherlock began to look up to him and admire him.
Was that not enough?
The image of John punching and kicking him in the ribs flashed before him. Of course it wasn't enough, thought Sherlock and chuckled mirthlessly in his mind.
Probably because he wasn't a woman, or not human enough for John's liking.
However, anyone with half a brain would laugh at the second possibility, given the fact that he wouldn't have been sitting on this chair if he hadn't revived himself that day, after getting shot by John's own wife.
When John buried his face in his hand and burst into tears, Sherlock thought it didn't matter anymore. He got up as carefully as he could with his wounded back to approach John slowly across the room.
Sherlock felt as though he was in a lion's den, and any wrong move could prove to be fatal. Still, mustering enough courage and physical strength, he approached John and carefully placed his right arm around John's shoulder, and rested his palm on John's nape. He placed his left hand on John's other shoulder and held him gently in his arms. Surprisingly, John not only allowed himself to be hugged, but he also placed his head on Sherlock's chest. Sherlock didn't care about his shirt getting wet because of John's uncontrollable tears.
As Sherlock continued to hold John like he was the most precious thing in the world, he came to a conclusion: perhaps he was wrong to put John on sort of a pedestal for all these years. John had a plethora of qualities, but seeing him through a rose-tinted lens most of the time had been an imperfect sign. An imperfect way of viewing this man.
Ironic, for someone who was a professional detective.
John wasn't perfect; he had a dark side too. The thought was oddly comforting.
Sherlock just wished he hadn't found this out the hard way. But his love for John was far too much to waver, even after everything.
Sherlock pulled John even closer as he buried his nose in John's hair, inhaling his natural scent. Their breathing rate had become in-sync.
Sherlock reluctantly let go of John after some time. John gazed up at him with his beautiful, deep blue eyes, dampened with tears.
Sherlock decided to share his conclusions with him. "It’s not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human."
John raised his eyebrows at that with a faint smile. "What, even you?"
Sherlock was not amused at this taunt. "No."
John's smile faded and he just blinked at Sherlock wordlessly.
"Even you."
A moment passed. "Cake?" asked John, all of a sudden.
"Cake." Sherlock nodded.
As he walked across the room to grab his coat to go out with John, Sherlock decided that being John's friend again was the next best thing. The other option, the unthinkable one, was completely off the table now. It never was on the table for John.
Sherlock sighed heavily and wistfully.
Probably for the best, he thought, as he and John walked out of the apartment building to have some cake for his birthday.
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“Sherly!”
#sunshine boy#I will protect you#Liam saying ‘sherly’ from sherlocks pov#my art#drawing#william james moriarty#sherlock holmes#yuukoku no moriarty#yuumori#moriarty the patriot#sherliam
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pov: you get caught up in one of many cases of your detective husband
#sherlock holmes#henry cavill#henry cavill gifs#hcavilledit#henrycavilledit#henrycavill**#pov#point of view#**#**gifs
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POV: your my cat and this what you see when I disturb you from your sleep
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Current foremost thought on my mind: Jeremy Brett has the most tuggable little pointy ears. Feeling deeply sad that he is dead and I will never be able to fulfill my desire (I'd ask first and be very gentle, of course. I like to imagine it would have made him laugh)
#jeremy brett#sherlock holmes#who agrees lol#I blame Sherlock Holmes himself for this#would never have really looked at ears if not for the monograph he wrote about ears he mentioned in one of his POV stories
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[Sherlock Holmes Chapter One]
Good Morning, Sherry.
#sherlock holmes#sherlock holmes chapter one#frogwares holmes#frogwares#shco#pov jon probably haha#but it could be watson too#or both#i like both
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The amount of Taylor Swift songs that I can relate to Sherliam is CRAZY-
#and ALL of them are from William's pov for some reason#i think of williw and london boy wby?#moriarty the patriot#sherliam#yuukoku no moriarty#yuumori#william james moriarty#sherlock holmes
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beautiful, isn't it
the sea is beautiful, isn’t it?
the sky is beautiful
the waves are beautiful
the smell of salt is beautiful
the breeze is beautiful
the way it hits your face is beautiful
the way it blows your hair back is beautiful
the light freckles it reveals are beautiful
the way your eyes shine is beautiful
the length of your nose is beautiful
the soft smile on your face is beautiful
the softness of your lips is beautiful
the��
i’m getting ahead of myself.
#was listening to the cardboard box and i heard the bit on the boat and blacked out#woke up and had this#it was so cute until sherlock started talking about pillars 💀#genuinely i cant with this fucking podcast#sherlock holmes#john watson#sherlock and co#sherlock & co#john pov!!!
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Me vs my genuine incapacity to think about or characterize Izuna as anything more than a Madara appendage, sorry gang
#send post#Thinking about that oneshot WIP I have (that I haven't touched in months but have been thinking about reworking recently) that's in his POV#but really just exists mostly to characterize Madara anyways... lol#Also I've been reading more on detective fiction recently bc of the current Ace Attorney fixation and this is apparently what Watson is to#Sherlock Holmes. Madara and Izuna detective AU when.
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hi hello it's frogwares!sherlock's no good very bad night at 221b but it's not his home
#sherlock holmes#frogwares holmes#sherlock holmes the awakened#sherlock holmes chapter one#do not like this chapter but. didn't want to write it from anyone else's pov LMFAO
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Fluffbruary with turtely
(missed days edition)
Day 24
[day 23] [day 25]
prompts: art | needle | slip by @fluffbruary <3
fandom: BBC Sherlock
will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!
A/N: i'm so sorry about the slow updates! then again it's kind of an extra treat in march right?
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I had just halfheartedly started a sketch of the surroundings - it wasn't all too exciting if I'm honest - when they caught my eyes. Two men, obviously a couple. The tall one with dark curls... only softening his eyes when he laid them on his partner. The shorter one a strong posture... taken apart every time the taller touched him. They were adorable.
Quickly I flipped my current page to a new untouched one of my sketch-pad. I sharpened my pencil hurriedly, looked at them and started sketching. They were standing but constantly moving nonetheless. The taller said something, the shorter, probably a bit older, man, judging by his greying hair, throwing his head back laughing. An almost unnoticeable smile dancing on the other man's lips. The younger pointing at someone and talking what seemed incredibly fast for a whole minute. Quickly I tried to eternalise the other's amazement in his eyes on paper. Then the older added something and it was the younger man's turn to stare at the other with puzzlement. They looked into each other's eyes for an eternity and I tried my best to put their chemistry on paper. Then they kissed, and while other people might feel like they were intruding their privacy, I analysed their faces closely and my eyes almost never left them. When they finally parted, I realised they were holding hands and I saw they had rings on each of their left hands. Engaged, then, I concluded. Another quick sketch, and when I looked up the next time I was unaware of my smile - until it fell. They were gone.
I looked at my sketch, a chaotic combination of meaningful moments between a couple. And suddenly I realised: I couldn't keep it. I needed them to have it. So I grabbed my sketchbook, put it under my arm, looked out for a curly and a greying blond head and ran. Leaving my scaffold and other art supplies behind but I didn't care. I caught up to them and grabbed one of them by his arms. Surprised and confused they turned around. A bit out of breath I said, "I- I saw you standing over there and you caught my attention. Here!", I handed them my drawing. I had drawn them laughing, their intense eye contact, their kiss, their intertwined hands with their engagement rings on - the sketches overlapping, with my attempt to capture it all. Their eyes wandered across the paper and grew: they liked what they saw. I couldn't hide a proud smirk. The blond man looked up, "That is stunning. Would you sell that? How much is it?"
I waved my hand. "This is a fifteen minute sketch with no details. I don't usually do this, but it's for free. You are a beautiful couple by the way. Consider it my engagement gift!", I turned around, not wanting to give them a chance to pull money out and insisting on paying.
"Wait!", a deeper different voice called out. I turned around again. Curly Hair seemed impressed I had caught up on their engagement. "Please. Sign your art at least."
I looked at the sketch, indeed - no signature - and nodded. Quickly I placed my initials in the corner. "The residents call me 'the woman artist' around here, because I am the only female one around.", I explained. "But you can call me Irene."
"Thank you, Irene." they said in unison. They looked at each other, eyes thick with love, and I had to grin again.
"You're welcome, darlings. Have a great day!" I said and finally turned around, already scanning the crowd for another subject.
But I knew, they'd be my favourite for a long time, maybe forever.
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A/N: if someone feels inspired to draw this chaotic sketch - please do! just tag me when posting! it would be an honor 🙏🏼 feel free to contact me if you have more questions ❤︎
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Adoration
Sherlock was pacing up and down; a body lying supine in a dark, abandoned building, not more than a few feet away.
Male, fifties (well, fifty-five to be specific but these idiot officers wouldn't believe him), average build, and a redhead.
The building was a work-in-progress project, and the man was one of the construction workers, which was obvious enough from his fingertips.
Whether his death was accidental or deliberate - that was the question.
The case was a seven, so Sherlock had to leave his flat.
Sherlock stopped pacing abruptly and opened his eyes to look around. John. Where was John? He absolutely needed to find John! Who would he discuss the case with, otherwise? Not with the officers, certainly. Especially since Lestrade was on leave today.
"Where's John?" he demanded to a new officer. Desmond? Daniel? Dennis? He couldn't remember. Not that it mattered.
"Oh, Dr Watson didn't come to the crime scene," the officer said nervously. "You came here alone, remember?"
Sherlock closed his eyes in frustration and exhaled. Of course. John was sick in the morning. He'd wanted to come with Sherlock but apparently, he couldn't even step out of the bedroom.
Who was Sherlock going to do the brainstorming with, now? He started pacing again. This was unacceptable. So unfair and intolerable.
Just when Sherlock was about to begin to fire his deductions, he felt his trousers pocket vibrate. He took out his phone from his trousers to unlock it. It was a text from John.
I adore you. Whatever you're doing or thinking at the moment is extraordinary.
Sherlock's foot-tapping stopped as he kept staring at the text for a few seconds. He was blinking rapidly and felt heated up around his neck and the tips of his ears.
Sherlock allowed a small smile at the text as he put his phone back. Then his smile widened a little, as he became somewhat calm to be able to explain his deductions effectively to the officers.
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Sherlock September Challenge
Prompt adoration from @onesmallfamily
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Ok, I've finally read The Empty House and omg it's so cute??! All the little touches, Holmes intensity, WATSON FAINTING??! But I'm sorry, their reunion wasn't nearly enough feels I had to write this short missing scene, I couldn't help myself... So here's what Watson couldn't write because he was out of it:
Watson moved his head to look at the cabinet behind him. Holmes hurried to remove wig, fake nose and wiskers while straightening his back to his full height, ready to surprise Watson. It felt so good to see him again, to be with him again. He had miss him very much in these three years he spent in hiding. But now, everything was coming to an end and he could finish it all with Watson. He felt blessed. When his friend turned back, Holmes was standing smiling at him across his study table.
But it was apparently more than what Watson could take. After standing up with an utterly shocked expression, his eyes revulsed and he was promptly falling in on himself to Holmes' horror. He rushed to catch his friend before he could hit his head on the chair behind him and gently eased him to the floor, cupping his head. Holmes was mildly panicking and chastising himself for his unthoughtful prank. Why did he have to appear to him in such a dramatic maner? Of course Watson would be shocked! —Though, he didn't think he would be so much as to faint ... Stupid! He was so stupid!— He reached for the collar and promptly opened it one-handed, his hand shaking slightly. He then searched his pockets for his flask of brandy and, still cupping his friend's head, he gently poured some drops on the slightly parted lips. He didn't dare breath until Watson's lips moved slightly and tasted the beverage. He felt a wave of relief. Rationnally, he knew that Watson hadn't been in any danger but for the first time ever his mind had been overwhelmed by his emotions.
Before Watson came fully back to his senses, he put one arm under his knees, firmly gripped his shoulders and heaved him back on the chair he was previously sitted on. Holmes dusted his friend's suit a bit, brushed his hair back and took a shot out of his flask, to clear his mind and try to regain a bit of composure, before the fog in Watson's eyes was finally blinked away.
“My dear Watson,” his voice quivering a bit, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”
#letters from watson#the empty house#sherlock holmes#fanfic#fanfiction#missing scene#sherlock pov#drabble#my posts#my writing
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tbh though the anime rushed to get to meursault more than the manga, them ignoring atsushi is just. Kinda the feeling i've gotten from the manga. it suffers a lot from dazai supremacy
FINALLY found something Bones has kept consistent with the manga
#Jk but also. It's true#One way I've always used to put it is “Dazai is the story's protagonist‚ Atsushi is the story pov”#You wouldn't say dc Watson is the protagonist of Sherlock Holmes right?#He's just the character who we see the story through‚ and oftentimes it's done specifically to uplift Sherlock's achievements.#Which is EXACTLY the Atsushi / Dazai situation :p#atsushi nakajima#osamu dazai#bsd#people asks me stuff
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Reginald Jeeves, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Additional Tags: Friendship, Writing, playing a bit fast and loose with the timeline in true canon fashion so just bear with me, in this house we love and appreciate the writing talent of Bertram Wilberforce Wooster
Summary:
Many years ago, Bertie Wooster’s authorial idol signed his copy of the Strand.
Now it’s Bertie’s turn to do the signing.
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a fan sequel of sorts to Loremaiden’s adorable fic, “Writers Conference”
#red writing#jeeves and wooster#acd holmes#bertie wooster#reginald jeeves#john watson#sherlock holmes#this was so much fun to write and i can't believe i actually published something from bertie's pov#literally the most difficult difficult lemon difficult pov i've ever had to write in in my LIFE#but yeah. this fic is just bertie wooster appreciation hours. he has talent and he is good at things and he deserves love
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My Dear Holmes,
You are insane. You are a madman and I am fully aware that you are not quite right in the head. After all, what sane man would light a lamp with poison powder in it, fully aware that it could kill him? What sane man would live in a stone hut just to solve a mystery? What sane man would refuse to shake the hand of a king? What sane man would send his only companion away when he was smart enough to understand that he would need all the help he could get in the moment? What sane man would rob an influential gentleman just because he wanted to help a distressed person in need? What sane man would pretend to be engaged to a girl just for information? What sane man would waste a sizable amount of money to buy a failing medical practice from his friend by proxy? What sane man would— never mind. You are not sane, are you? Never have been. And for that I am glad. If the sane men are either criminals or cowards or fools, I am glad you are not sane. Because sane men do not bring about change and revolution. Insane ones do. Because sane men turn the other way when they see people in need. They ignore and pretend and lie so that it does not offend their delicate sensibilities. You are not sane. I am thankful for that. I do not know what I might do if you one day decide suddenly that you want to be one. You are brilliant and insane and I would not damn you to normalcy. Besides, my dearest friend, I think we make a good match. After all, I have never been particularly sane either, have I?
Yours,
John Watson.
#sherlock holmes#john watson#acd sherlock holmes#acd holmes#letters#i dont know what this is#probably ooc#poetic prose#pov john watson#i'll do a second part someday#from holmes's pov#random thoughts#fanfic#fanfiction
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