he was a man of habits, narrow and concentrated habits, and i had become one of them… i was a whetstone for his mind. i stimulated him.

Well, we already know that John had hallucinations of Mary after she died. He could see her and he even talked to her.

Now, I'm more than sure that the same thing happened after Sherlock's Fall.

Oh boy, I feel like this should've been the plot for S3 😭

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Quick Snuggle sketch

The Sherlock Holmes books collection aren't about Holmes solving a mystery, 're basically about Watson describing how amazing Sherlock Holmes is solving a mystery. It's for those who like Sherlock's, and Watson's, personality and way of acting. The 'mysteries' are just a fun bonus.

That's 'why' every reader I know who is a mystery fan in itself says don't like Doyle books. Trying to read the Sherlock Holmes collection just for the mystery, without really liking Holmes and Watson, is like going to a dinner and only eating the starter appetizers because you don't like the main course.

This is why in adaptations, based on the mysterious plots of the books faithfully or a totally new creation of a mystery, the essential thing is it has Sherlock Holmes and John Watson (the mystery is always in the background, in relation to them).

It also wouldn't be best if it were just Sherlock Holmes, in part we only admire Holmes because we see him through the eyes of John Watson. And if it were just John Watson it wouldn't be best either, because it's his dedication to Holmes (and his intelligence in solving mysteries, by extension) that makes Watson such an incredible partner. Holmes' idea that, if he is the light, Watson is his conductor, is very right.

Doyle didn't know that Sherlock Holmes would become his Magnus Opus, he didn't even want it, he felt that writing about Holmes took up his time and prevented him from trying new literary styles, but in the end he had to give in and resurrect Sherlock Holmes, and do it with that he and his faithful partner live together again on Baker Street (removing Watson's wife from the plot because she was inconvenient to the purpose), because that was what the public wanted and that was what made him money.

Sherlock Holmes is proof that a character/a literary work can surpass and become greater than the author who created it. Once the author publishes, it (his work, plot and characters) also lives in the imagination of fans and admirers, and that is a path of no return. Regardless of whether or not the author likes the direction it will take and how fans and the general public 'll deal with it.

Doyle is not a renowned mystery author, he is an author renowned for having created the very intelligent and eccentric detective Sherlock Holmes and his chronicler and faithful partner John Watson.

The central point is, and always has been, the dynamic duo that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson form together.

Happy April fools and happy unofficial birthday to the marauders!

Sirius: Guys! Meet my girlfriend Anne!

Anne: Hi.

Remus, Regulus and James: Gay.

Sirius: What?

Remus, Regulus and James: uhh hey.

Anne: I gotta get going, bye Sirius.

Sirius: why do u guys think she’s gay? She’s not.

Them all: deduction.

Sirius: STOP MAKING FUCKING SHERLOCK REFERENCES!!!!

It is very funny, because I am 100% of the opinion that the best Sherlock Holmes reading is that he’s aromantic and asexual. However, I ALSO happen to think that he and Watson should definitely mark this fine day in history by having gay sex. The two can coexist, apparently.

Embrace

John was done with the grocery shopping earlier than expected. He'd realised that they already had many of the things they needed at home - out of the ones he'd written on the list.

John carried a medium-sized cloth bag and stood at the curb near one of the shops to hail a cab.

He gave the address to the cab driver and got in.

It had been two months since Sherlock had returned from the dead. He had shown up at a restaurant out of nowhere, just when John was about to propose to Mary, and John had punched him in the face no less than three times.

Once he'd realised exactly why Sherlock had to fake his death - the reason being three snipers who were appointed by Moriarty for him, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, each - John had felt guilty.

However, John never talked about it to Sherlock, after they'd had a long conversation about why Sherlock was forced to do it.

Mary had broken up with John for unrelated reasons shortly after. Or who knows, they might've been related to this incident. Apparently, he was too preoccupied with Sherlock to remember to propose to her properly, even after a week past Sherlock's return.

John was disappointed about the breakup at first, but he'd got on with his life with Sherlock, back at Baker Street.

John had fallen in love with Sherlock a long time ago. When he thought the man was dead, he tried to do just about anything to be able to move on. Not that he succeeded, but still.

When John moved back in to Baker Street again, after his break up with Mary, he became painfully aware that those feelings were still there. Very much present.

The cab stopped in front of the apartment building 221, Baker Street. John paid the driver and hopped out.

He carried his bag in his left hand as he climbed the stairs to his flat.

At least there was one thing to be happy about: he could call this place 'his' again. Life was pretty okay, even with having Sherlock back as his friend if not anything more.

He didn't do anything about how he felt. How could he now, if he couldn't before Sherlock's staged suicide? That was out of the question.

John thought that being able to live with Sherlock again, as his flatmate, was more than enough.

As he reached the top level of the staircase, he found that the door was wide open.

The moment John entered the flat, his jaw dropped at what he saw.

Sherlock had slipped out of his white shirt and was picking up a worn-out grey T-shirt to put on from his chair beside the desk. Sherlock was facing the window of the sitting room, standing near the bison skull, with his back to John.

Sherlock's back was covered with bruises and actual knife marks. It was completely black and blue.

John realised that he didn't even ask what had happened to Sherlock when he was away.

John frowned as he closed the door behind him and walked across the room to place the shopping bag on the coffee table.

"Oh, you're back! I thought you'd take some more time," Sherlock said, without turning around to face John as he made to go to his bedroom with his T-shirt and pyjamas on, sounding embarrassed.

"Sherlock wait! You were just standing there before. Where are you going now?" asked John as he made quick strides across the room to approach Sherlock.

"Nothing, I just..." Sherlock trailed off, still not looking up at John.

"I have a question. What happened to you when you were away?"

Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut. "We were done talking about that, weren't we? You don't have to bring it up again."

"Yes, I do," said John, his voice shaking a bit. "Especially after what I just saw. Please tell me."

"I have an experiment to do," said Sherlock, looking here and there, anywhere but at John.

John wasn't taking any of it. "Why go to the bedroom then? Stop avoiding me and answer the question: What happened to you when you were away?" John hated how desperate he sounded. But he didn't care. He needed to know.

Sherlock took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Look at me."

Sherlock looked into John's eye, with his piercing blue gaze. He turned to John to face him properly.

He began in a low voice. "They whipped me. With canes. They stabbed me in the back more than a dozen times. Kept me in shackles in a confined, dark room. Starved me. Didn't let me sleep. They'd hit me again if I dared to doze off."

"Jesus," John whispered. "And you endured all that for me, Mrs H and Lestrade? For two years?"

"Mostly you," said Sherlock under his breath, but John caught that.

John blinked and swallowed. "Sherlock." John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, trying to be careful of his wounds on the back.

Sherlock made a surprised sound but eventually, he placed his arms around John's waist.

The two men held each other in a tight embrace. Torsos pressing against each other, with John holding on to Sherlock, trying to express what he felt for him through this embrace alone.

Sherlock's arms were raking over John's back.

John broke the brief silence. "Then you came back, and I reacted the way I did, aggravating your wounds and pain even more. I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I really am." John bit his lower lip. "Please forgive me."

"It's fine. I didn't explain myself to you properly that night. Shouldn't have shown up as a waiter, especially when you were with Mary. I just... couldn't think of any other way. I did what I thought best at that time."

"No, you're right. I get it. I should've listened to your side of everything too. Sorry."

"It's okay, John. I've stopped thinking about it, ever since I explained everything to you. You should too."

John nodded but still kept holding him, as if unable to detach himself from this rare opportunity to have some physical contact with Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't let go of him either. But a few moments later, it became a little awkward.

Sherlock cleared his throat. "John, is there anything else...?"

"I love you," John blurted out heavily. "I always have."

Sherlock pulled away from John a bit, to look into his eyes. He looked vulnerable from this angle as if he was trying to test something.

Whatever Sherlock saw in John's eyes, made him pull John close by the collar of his shirt and press a hard kiss against his mouth.

John let out a relieved sound and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

John ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair and kept kissing him, unable to make himself stop.

After some time, Sherlock pulled him close for a hug again and said, "I love you too."

John's vision was blurred but his heart bursted with joy as he kept holding on to Sherlock.

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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily

Prompt: Embrace

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Through a Glass, Darkly by Calais Reno

Chapter 7: The Hypothetical Physicist

Summary: Holmes interviews Cadence Fowler; Watson is released from hospital. A visit to the Diogenes.

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Looks like someone is slightly horny 😈

Meanwhile, the inspector is just 🤐🧍‍♂️

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"Gimme a kiss" by me

Hello folks, I hope you had wonderful holidays! I actually started another drawing, but it didnt click, so i began this. Watson loves making his Holmes blush, i just know it.

Sherlock Holmes: I'm looking for someone to share 221B Baker Street. John H. Watson: I consider myself qualified to fill this gap. Sherlock Holmes: I'm also looking for someone loyal and trustworthy, who doesn't ask stupid things, does what I say, ignores my experiments and chemicals around the apartment, doesn't mind customers showing up at any time of the day or midnight, someone helpful and who accompanies me in investigations, participates with me in police and criminal investigations even if it bring subsequent risks, praises me until I blush, doesn't try to steal the spotlight for themselves and, instead, makes me the protagonist of a investigative detective story that lasts for years and years, who understands my ego, is tolerant with my drug use, is not spiteful and forgives me whenever I'm overly practical seeming like an reasoning-machine without emotionless, someone who does not feel personally attacked every time I leave you out of my plans and understand my silence and preference for not being a sociable person, and someone that only tell stories about me when I want to disclose and give permission for it, someone who knows how to list more positives things than negatives about me naturally, be a true friend and partner in easy and difficult times, and stays by my side regardless of the circumstances and holds me in the highest esteem, proving our productive and irreverent union as a dynamic duo. John H. Watson: Hey, that's a lot of requirements. But consider myself capable. I want to try. Where do I sign? Can I test this for a month? Sherlock Holmes: my dear, if you stay for a month, it's a sign that you'll be addicted to my queerly peculiar and unique presence for the rest of your life. If gets for a month, you might even try to leave me, but you'll come back. You'll come back. John H. Watson: Interesting. Where do I sign? Sherlock Holmes: you already love my presence, you are already fascinated. John H. Watson: Is it obvious? Sherlock Holmes: don't break the clauses, my dear, no stupid questions. You haven't broken eye contact with me since we started this conversation, you've been smiling since the beginning, you've looked at my appearance and haven't been shaken by what I said, you lean towards me as I speak, showing interest, you mirror my movements. More important, you seems nervous and wants to please me. And add, you likes read mysteries romances. And have a callus on your right little finger, you like to write down your experiences and you do it often, if you are going to live with me, you 'll write about our adventures because you 'll be part of them. On the other hand, you went to war and suffered injuries, but you don't complain about the service provided, this shows altruism and subservience, and you chose medicine, not for money but because you care about others more than yourself, it is a profession which demands care for the lives of others. And you are too empathetic towards others. So it's clear that you wouldn't mind putting me first, you 're humble. More, is eager for adrenaline and is particularly curious about what I can offer to you. John H. Watson: Bless my, this is fantastic, you are incredible, brilliant. Sherlock Holmes: That's promising. John H. Watson: Couldn't agree more, bless Stamford.

Dean: I love cas.

Sam: no shit Sherlock.

Sherlock: somebody call on me?

Doctor 10: it’s a saying.

John: no, it’s how I call for him.

Crowley: you guys are so cute!

Sam: where’s aziraphale?

Crowley: HE LEFT ME FOR THE FUCKING ANGELS

Dean: it’s okay…

Crowley: IT REALLY ISNT. AND NOW CAS IS DEAD?????!!!!

Dean: STOP REMINDING MEEEEEW

Sherlock: are you sure that they’re not insane?

John: like you aren’t.

Sherlock: fair.

Doctor 10: WHY DONT I HAVE LOVEEEEE

John: *almost throws his old jumper in the trash*

Sherlock: Why don't you mend it!

John: ?

Sherlock: Look at this-

Sherlock: *goes and searches for an old disguise with a bee-shaped patch attached to it*

Sherlock: If you like it then you should've put a bee on it

Me when I have an assignment due in 2 hours.

Regulus: can you help me with this?

James: Regulus Black wants my help?

Regulus: how do I spell psychedelic?

James: …

Regulus: James?

James: I have no fucking clue how to spell psychedelic.

Regulus: I guess I’m smarter than you then; it was a test.

James: you can’t spell chihuahua so you can’t be talking.

Regulus: one, it’s a annoying word. And two, why would I give a fuck about how to spell the name of the animal I hate the most?

James: i thought Sirius was the animal you hated most?

Regulus: he’s a close second, at lest he has some remorse for people.

James: like you do.

Regulus: I’m a high functioning sociopath, James.

James: ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING SHERLOCK REFERENCES!

Beloved

"So, she's alive then. How are we feeling about that?" John asked, holding a whiskey glass in his left hand.

He knew he had wrecked everything by not denying Irene's statement: "Well, I am (gay). Look at us both."

How could he? Wasn't that the truth? Sherlock was the person John and Irene Adler had both fallen for, even though he did not comply with the sexual orientation of either of them.

Once she had hit the core of the matter with a few words, John had no option but to remain speechless; much as he would have loved to retort - just to get a one-up over her in a conversation for once.

On the contrary, John had huffed out a short laugh in approval.

What was worse, Sherlock had heard all that. He had been standing right there the whole time, revealing his presence because of that bloody text alert sound.

Meaning: Sherlock now knew how John felt for him.

John gulped down his throat at the horrifying thought.

Sherlock was holding his violin close to his neck, contemplating which tune to play next. Another song for Irene, John thought bitterly.

John had helped Mrs Hudson with her bruises from those anonymous attackers. Sherlock had taken care of those attackers on his own, and now they were probably locked up in Scotland Yard.

The point was that John had tried to approach Sherlock, wanting to clarify everything after whatever happened in the Battersea Power Station. To make things less awkward, if at all that was possible. But he had been interrupted the first time. So, he was giving it a go once more.

"D'you think you'll be seeing her again?" John pressed, unwilling to let go of this subject today, even after Sherlock's lack of response - which had led to a rather pointed silence in the sitting room.

Sherlock walked closer to the window, without even bothering to turn around. "Happy New Year, John," he said over his shoulder and began to play.

John felt physically sick in his stomach. He sipped on his whiskey, wincing at the burning sensation in his mouth. Somehow, even swallowing a sip of alcohol felt like trying to shove a large piece of rock down his throat.

By not replying to John's very direct questions, Sherlock had made it crystal clear where his interests lay. The Woman.

John had fallen for Sherlock a long time ago. He would sometimes scare himself off with the amount of seriousness he felt whenever he thought about his love for Sherlock.

He was John's beloved, in his mind at least.

Now, if Sherlock had fallen for someone else... who was John to get in the way?

John just wanted to see Sherlock happy and stable. If Irene being alive after all made him feel that, then so be it.

John sighed wistfully, looking in Sherlock's direction one last time, before he made his way to the staircase leading to his bedroom.

Subconsciously, he gripped the whiskey glass tight on his way.

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Prompt Beloved by @onesmallfamily

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