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sanguinarysanguinity · 2 years

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Oh yay, I always love sneak peeks at your WIPs! How about: startling, curl, and dearly?

Langstroth on Bees

Holmes' driving was no longer restrained by the need to distinguish one tyre imprint from another, and we made all haste for Atheling House, counting the anxious miles as we went. Unfortunately, our efforts were in vain. A short interview with the butler Wilke, who in turn retorted on the housekeeper, revealed that Mary Donovan had not not been present at breakfast, nor had she slept in her assigned bed the previous night. No one, it seemed, knew where she was, nor even when she had left the house.

"Damn, I expected as much," Holmes swore, dropping the character of Foreman, and thereby startling Wilke very much. "I will give you any amount you like, Watson, that Donovan raised the alarm herself. She scented danger and was off like a rabbit." Holmes turned on Wilke. "What address do you have for Mary Donovan? How do you reach her when you wish to hire her?"

Wilke drew himself up tall. "I am not in the habit--" he began, obviously affronted at being ordered about by a mere valet, and a visiting one at that.

Baker Street Papas

"John, could I trouble you for ses crayons?" Holmes asked. Violet had crawled right into his lap, sitting on his uninjured thigh. I handed him a pillow to protect his other leg from her heels, and went to fetch her drawing implements, along with a bit of wrapping paper and a writing desk.

Neither Holmes nor Violet lasted long, both fatigued from the ordeal of the previous days. Violet soon fell asleep against Holmes' chest, and he dozed off not long after, his face turned into her hair. Their crayons lay scattered about the coverlet; I gathered them up lest their wax be ground into the fabric and annoy Mrs Hudson.

I had recovered their drawing and was contemplating Violet's scrawl and Holmes' rococo ornamentation thereof -- he had worked left-handed so as not to displace Violet from her perch, and it showed in the careful, awkward stiffness of his spirals -- when he roused.

"Stop fussing and lie down," he said, patting the bed beside Violet. "You're as tired as she is."

There was just room for me there on the bed: he had earlier moved to the extreme edge to give her space to move around, but she had not taken advantage of it, choosing to plaster herself to his side instead.I was sorely tempted to shut the door against the hazards of the world and curl up against them both, indulge myself in the surety that they were there and breathing and well.

Flight of the Heron OT3 thing

"I do not know him well -- we have not had much conversation, he and I, and what little we have had…" Keith Windham was a cipher to her, scrupulously courteous, but with a habit of deflecting her interest with a dry and ultimately unrevealing wit. "He is very different from you, my darling. I suspect he does not much wish his heart to be known."

Ewen nodded, a little sadly. "His heart is a glorious thing, fierce and passionate, and I hope someday you will behold it. But it is also much bruised -- I do not think he was cherished before he came here. If he holds himself apart, it is because he fears that someday we will turn him out -- or that I will, for your sake, or the children's. He guards himself against that day, and I know not what to do to reassure him of his place here at Ardroy."

"Perhaps he cannot be reassured, so long as he is uncertain of me," she said, her heart full of sympathy for Keith's position. To love one who is sworn to another must be a special torment, however well-loved he was in return. "For you would turn him out, if I asked it."

Ewen shuddered and held her more tightly. "Please, my heart, never ask it of me," he begged, his voice broken with feeling. "I love him as dearly as I love you, and owe him my life, besides. I pledged most earnestly he would always have a place here, and it would break my heart to have to send him to some far corner of Ardroy. And I fear… I fear his pride would not stand for it."

#langstroth on bees #baker street papas #foth ot3 thing #wip meme #I think I'm going to make finishing Langstroth my goal for 2023 #so many projects and so little time!

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raina-at · 1 year

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Home is where the heart is

Sherlock isn’t glad that Mary is dead. A human has lost her life. Rosie’s mother is dead. Rosie is growing up without a mother, and one day, they will have to explain to her how and why her mother died, and how they both failed to save her.

So Sherlock isn’t glad that Mary is dead.

Except in all of the ways that he is.

There’s rational reasons to be relieved that she’s dead. While she was alive, John and Rosie were in danger from her mere existence in the world. And Sherlock himself was always afraid that she’d try to kill him again. So they’re all safer, and Sherlock sleeps more soundly knowing that she’s dead. Also, she made John shatteringly unhappy and abandoned her infant daughter at the first sign of danger to herself, so Sherlock suspects she might not exactly have turned out to be mother of the year. Additionally to that, both he and John always feared that she’d take Rosie and disappear.

But there’s other, darker, more irrational reasons Sherlock is glad Mary is dead. He was, still is to be honest, gripped with an ugly, searing, intense jealousy about the place she held in John’s life, in Rosie’s life. She’s Rosie’s mother, and that’s something he can never be, no matter how many papers they sign, no matter the rings on their fingers, no matter that Rosie calls him Papa and he’s her father in everything but blood. She’s still John’s and Mary’s in a way she’ll never be his, and his and John’s marriage, no matter how much happier, healthier and saner, will always be regarded by society as inferior to John’s first marriage. If Mary hadn’t died…. they’ll always think.

Most of the time, Sherlock doesn’t care. John loves him, more than he ever loved Mary, and Sherlock knows it. He suspects now that Mary knew it, too, and that her reasons for shooting him were a lot more personal than he thought. But more than that, he knows it doesn’t matter, because he’s here and Mary’s dead, and most days, he doesn’t spare her a thought. Most days, if he’s asked about Rosie’s mother, he can summon the right amount of polite regret.

But sometimes, that possessive, dark, intense gladness twists through his chest.

Like now.

John and Rosie are on the sofa. Rosie’s found some pictures from when she was a baby. John’s explaining the pictures to her.

“Where was this taken?” Rosie says as she squints at the wallpaper in the picture.

“That was our old house, before we moved back home to Papa,” John says, shooting Sherlock an affectionate smile.

It hits Sherlock, then, that Rosie has never known another home other than 221B Baker Street. She’s never known a second parent other than him. And she never will. Mary is a shadow to her. And if Mary’s still anything to John, then she’s a nightmare, a vague regret, a past mistake.

He smiles back at John, who’s looking at him with such unguarded affection, and he thinks, deep in his heart of hearts, where he hides the words he’ll never say, You failed, Mary Morstan. They’re mine now. I WON.

Then he joins his family on the sofa.

That got a bit dark, but who could blame Sherlock, really...

written for the May prompts by @notjustamumj

I'm tagging @catlock-holmes especially, because I saw your tags, and I want to encourage you to DO IT! Don't think about it, just DO IT!

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #notjustamom may prompts #home

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helps-the-writing-brain-go · 11 months

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More Imaginary Captain Marvel AU bits

Billy jumps off the Magic Train (the title in proper caps, because little Billy knew important things, wonderful things were always thought of as such), barely wobbling as he made it over the large gap between the gleaming chrome beast and the dirty, crumbling platform of the station.

The train hisses, sputtering steam that seemed to tousle Billy's hair, making the boy giggle. (In truth, the Train looked like a modern thing and hence should have no steam, but really, who was there to judge aside from a delighted little boy what a Magic Train desired to do?)

Billy turns on heel, the warm, bright light that had since made its home in his chest smoothening the movement, almost-there warm, phantom hands bracing at his shoulders before letting go. Billy grins even wider before waving the Train off to wherever it was that Magic Trains went when they weren't ferrying little boys to and fro from Wizards to the Mundane World.

"Bye! Bye-bye! Thank you for carrying me Mr. Train!" He shouts and the train whistles loudly in farewell (even despite it having no whistle), and races off, sparks of all colours of the rainbow shooting off the rails, leaving the scent of ozone and the ground right after rainfall.

Billy keeps waving until the train is out of sight, then leaves the platform himself, his tiny body shooting off like an arrow, years of familiarity guiding his steps.

The low light sifting through the holes in the roof after the Train had gone had let Billy know all he needed to. It was getting dark, and even little boys who'd been granted an Amazing Thing should know better than to be out in the open after dark.

He makes to turn a corner, (that street is always dark, the streetlights near it never having been fixed, but Billy knows it, so he's not that scared of it-), but hears his Papa's voice whisper:

'Not that way today, Champ.'

And Billy listens, hand fisting over his heart and the pulsing, warm glow that shone ever brighter.

His Papa nudges him a little more as he goes and he makes it home in good time, and even better yet, had the wonderful fortune of passing by a generous baker, who, having not sold a few baked odds and ends left at the end of the day and who had been surprisingly full himself, had taken one look at little Billy crossing the street and happily gifted them to him instead. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, the scent of bread intertwines itself with other comforting smelling things like Ms. Polly's gardenia perfume, the down of feather boas, inks and papers and burning sands-)

Billy, having arrived, carefully unlocks the door to his apartment, shoving hard to make sure it is in place and locked before he putters over to the corner of the tiny room that served as the kitchen.

His Mama is the one that comes out to help this time. He can't hear her, but he can feel her warm prescence at his back, her arms over his as she plates his bread all pretty and radiates such a feeling of pride at him for managing to keep everything so clean despite his circumstances that Billy's face is nearly all the way pink, flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. (Other bits and pieces cheer him on too, someone laughing gaily and complementing his fine manners, another brief sensation of a person petting his head for a job well done and-)

Billy washes up, then sits at the table with the lone chair he'd salvaged and fixed from the building one over's trash, with mismatched legs and lets himself revel in the warm feeling, like hugs inside and out as he eats, his mind and body filling with something even more wonderful than food.

He knows, kind of, that these aren't really people, aren't really his parents, but at the same time they aren't not people and his parents. Or so Billy understood from what the agitated Wizard had tried to tell him.

Billy knows now that when the Wizard had tried to give him Powers, he'd meant for him to be a Hero, a Protector of Magic and its Balance and of the Rock of Eternity itself. He'd seen the comic peeking out of Billy's bag and been confident in how the Powers of Shazam would take shape in the little boy. Unfortunately, the comic had been more a gift and Billy's idea of heroes, nebulous as it was, came from his father's words about kindness and goodness and from the dozens of bits of kindness offered to him from people around him that had shaped him and let him live till today. Billy idolized heroes like Superman and Batman and Wonder Woman, but in his heart of hearts, heroes had meant something entirely different.

So when Billy had said Shazam's name...it hadn't been Billy, stylized as a Hero version of himself that had emerged, but a Hero born of all the other people, experiences and kindness he had ever been exposed to. Captain Marvel was someone wholly Billy and yet not. Built from his memories, from his experiences and Heart, based off his form yes, but also from the amalgamation of the other people who Billy had thought of as true heroes.

On the one hand, Tawky Tawny, who had spawned in at the Wizard's palpable confusion and almost-distress, had commented that Billy would be far safer with the Captain quite far removed from who Billy truly was, but was also shot down by the Wizard's own assertation that with Him not being entirely based on Billy's good heart as Shazam had picked, meant that he could be unpredictable, that he might turn as-

Well, Billy hadn't quite heard the last bit as the Wizard disappeared in a shower of sparks, leaving his funny robes and hat behind. Tawky had looked terrible sad for a single, deep moment, before covering it up and ushering Billy away back to the train.

"What's done is done." he had said and mentioned that in place of the Wizard, Tawny would help watch over Billy and the strange Captain that had been borne from him.

#billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #imaginary captain marvel au #my writing

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newtonsheffield · 8 months

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Till Forever Falls Apart is quickly becoming a top five favorite of all your stories. This was a great update.

I’m dying to know what Anthony is thinking when he’s in his bookshop playing with little Edmund and he spots Kate through the window like when she imagines their future.

Oh Anthony loves taking little Neddy to work with him. He loves walking down the street at lunch with Neddy on his shoulders. They go to the bakery and get a treat and Neddy promises not to tell Amma but what Anthony doesn’t know is the Baker tells Kate every Saturday when she goes in for a loaf of bread while Anthony sleeps in.

“Your boys have been in this week.”

“Have they?” Kate chuckled, “Not eating cakes I’m sure.”

Anthony loves being a Dad, he loves how Neddy follows him around the store.

“Papa! Will you read me a story?”

“Another?!” Anthony chuckled, scooping up his son, “Surely you’ll get tired of it.”

“No! Peter rabbit!”

“Alright, Alright, Peter Rabbit again, coming up!”

“He loves you.” Kate whispers as she wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his cheek, Neddy running off down the store.

“I love being a Father. We should have more children.”

“Is that a proposition?”

“If I thought you’d say yes It would be.”

“Who said I wouldn’t?”

#till forever apart au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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wolfy-star1401 · 2 months

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Characters Agere Headcanons :

- Professor Ratigan : Caregiver

- Basil of Baker Street : Age regressor

- Mouse king ( from Barbie in the Nutcracker ) : Flip

- Pimm the bat : sibling Cg

- " Honest " John worthington Foulfellow : Age regressor

- Gideon the Cat : kitten regressor

- Botticelli Remorso ( from the tale of despereaux movie ) : Trauma Caregiver

- Roscuro : Big Brother Flip ( regressor lean )

- Rob/ Dr. Wrecker ( from the Amazing world of Gumball ) : Trauma Regressor

- Gumball : Toddler Regressor

- Darwin : kid Regressor

- Anais : big Sister Cg

- Mr. Small : Papa Cg

- Reformed! Jane Kangaroo ( from Horton hears a who ) : Mama Cg

#ask the characters #age regression #agere #sfw agere #age dreaming #age regressor #agere blog #agere community #sfw age regression #agedre #fandom agere #the great mouse detective agere #barbie in the nutcracker agere #Pinocchio agere #the tale of despereaux agere #tawog agere #Horton hears a who agere #agere ask game #if you want

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the-fiction-witch · 28 days

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Sweetie Darling

Media Pinnochio

Character Lampwick

Couple lampwick X Reader

Rating Sweet

I smirked as we stopped on the bridge bag of pastries in hand, I grabbed myself a doughnut and took a large bite savouring the delicious food, and the sugar sent energy coursing through my body as the bready dough filled my empty belly.

"Buying things... is a lot of effort... a lot of running.." Pinnochio complained,

"You really don't get it do you?" I laughed, "We didn't buy these we stole them,"

"Ohh..."

"I've told you this like four times you really don't get this do you?"

"No... so we stole them?"

"Yes. we stole them."

"I don't think my papa would like me stealing,"

"well who cares what your papa has to say, we have to eat, don't we? Why would I care what anyone thinks?"

"LAMPWICK!" I heard her voice echo across the town,

"ohh no-" I gulped,

"who's that?" he asked,

"Someone who I care what they think." I gulped, "Run." I told him

We both bolted as fast as we could through the cobblestone streets even if we didn't have a lot of stamina left already, but we made quick turns and twists until I turned down an alley and almost ran into y/n, stood in her navy blue dress with her arms folded.

"Ohhhh!" I gulped, "Hello my love,"

"Hello Lampwick," she glared, "what have you been up to today?"

"Ohhh uhhh... nothing just going for a walk," I smiled,

Pinnochio then caught up for me, and he gulped as he noticed Y/n too.

"Where'd you get the pastries lampwick?"

"ooohh uhhhh the baker he uhh he burnt them, was going to throw them, out, so he gave us a really good price on them," I lied,

"Umm mmm, and how'd you pay that good price?"

"Ohhh well Me and Pinnochio we've uhh we've been doing some work in town, some odd jobs, mostly helping with the street sweepers," I lied putting my arm around Pinnochipo giving his arm a hard squeeze so he would play along,

"Ohhh you boys must be so tired," she cooed,

"Yeah, yeah we're really tired," I nodded, "But you know all honest work,"

"Yes I'm sure it is," she nodded, "Pinnochio, where did you and lampwick get the pastries?" She asked,

"We stole them!" he said,

"god damn it..." I sighed,

"You can go Pinnochio," she said

He nodded and ran away leaving me to her mercy,

"Y/n..."

"Lampwick." she glared coming closer,

"Y/n, sweetie, darling, angel, babydoll, little bird, my love..." I begged as I backed away but she only kept coming, "Please I'm sorry!"

she grabbed me by the ear, "You are returning them. and apologizing." she said tugging me through town, "And you are working off the ones to eat."

"Yes y/n" I sighed,

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #lampwick fanfic #lampwick smut #lampwick imagine #lampwick

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lisbeth-kk · 1 year

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May 12 prompt: blue. (Thanks for the tag @notjustamum @calaisreno

Bluebell

When Rosie Watson was old enough to decide which clothes to buy or wear, she always chose Sherlock’s favourite colour. Not that she knew it, but she was somehow drawn to it, nevertheless. Dresses, jumpers, t-shirts, trousers, skirts, jackets, even socks gifted in the wrong colour had to be brought back to the shop and changed. She could go along with the other colours if there were bees on the fabric, which Molly tried her best to find as to brighten up the little girl’s wardrobe.

Sherlock loved to see all the different shades of blue on his little girl. It made her eyes look even more blue than they originally were. He also liked to see his John in blue. John and Rosie’s eyes were so similar, although Rosie’s were a tiny bit lighter than John’s.

Sherlock never stopped using his chosen pet name on Rosie. John had prepared him that once she started school, or at least in her teens, she would oppose him to use the pet name further. To John’s astonishment and Sherlock’s relief, it never happened. Rosie loved that her Papa called her Bluebell and occasionally Bee, but mostly it was the former.

***

John feared for Sherlock’s sanity when Rosie told them she was going abroad for her studies. He was careful not to show his distress to Rosie herself, but whenever he and John were alone at Baker Street in those days, he suffered terribly.

“What if she never comes back to England, John. Sydney’s so far away. She’s going to forget us, isn’t she? I don’t want her to go, John! I know I’m being foolish, but to not have her here regularly is an unbearable thought. She…”

“Shush now, my love,” John had murmured, holding Sherlock tight while stroking his hair. “I know it’s hard for you. It is for me too, but we have to let her go. Let her form her own life. We can’t keep her locked up here forever. And of course she won’t forget us, silly. We’re her parents, and you know she loves us. She shows us that every day, doesn’t she?”

“I know, John. I know, but it’s so hard. The hardest thing I’ve ever done. Well…almost.”

Sherlock had buried his face in John’s neck and cried. It was a rare occurrence that Sherlock broke down like this, and John had a hard time preventing his own tears from welling over. He held his husband, soothed him, murmuring sweet words and reassurances in his ear, and finally Sherlock had gathered himself. His eyes were red rimmed, and John kissed away the tears on his cheeks.

“We’ll go visit her, you know,” John said, and Sherlock nodded.

“Of course. If she…”

“Sherlock, please. She’ll want us to come visit. You know that.”

“Yes, John. It’s just…when it comes to the two of you. The thought of losing…”

“I know, sweetheart. We feel the same way. That’s what undying love does to you,” John said and kissed Sherlock tenderly.

***

As Rosie’s departure came closer, Sherlock had been less fragile. When there wasn’t a case or experiment to devote his time to, he read all about Rosie’s university, and the city itself. Afterwards he knew more about the subject than Rosie herself, which surprised no one.

“It looks really promising, Bluebell,” Sherlock stated over dinner a few weeks before Rosie’s exodus, as Sherlock called it. “You’ll like it there, I think.”

“I’m sure I will, Papa. Sylvia knows a couple of students there, and they’re over the moon,” Rosie retorted and extended a hand to squeeze Sherlock’s hand.

John had to blink hard and bite his inner cheek not to burst into tears when he saw their daughter soothing Sherlock. She was so aware of his emotions. A Watson thing, John thought to himself and smiled at his beloved husband who cocked an eye brow at him, silently asking, “you alright?” John just nudged his foot reassuring him, and Sherlock went back to the conversation with his Bluebell.

***

A serious amount of tears were spilled at Heathrow airport when Rosie clung to her parents, suddenly realising that she wouldn’t be able to hug them for months. John was a mess to, and it was in situations like these, Sherlock found his aptitude to be strong for all of them. He murmured soothing words to them both, wrapping them up in his arms, letting them cry, while he kissed them tenderly.

“Be in touch as often as you see fit, Bee,” Sherlock said softly while cradling Rosie’s face. “I won’t hesitate to call in a favour from uncle Myc if necessary.”

Rosie beamed up at her Papa with blurry eyes and smiled, then giggled as she pictured her uncle receiving said call.

After one last group hug, Rosie walked away from them to her future. John grabbed Sherlock’s hand tight and when Rosie had disappeared in the crowd, Sherlock pulled a shaky John to his chest and kissed the top of his head.

“She’ll be fine, John. She’s a Watson, after all.”

“A Holmes Watson in fact,” John said, lifted his head and kissed Sherlock’s lips.

@totallysilvergirl @missdeliadili @meetinginsamarra @topsyturvy-turtely @raina-at

#sherlock fandom #sherlock #sherlock fanfic #johnlock #john watson #ao3 fanfic #notjustamom may prompts #rosie watson #parentlock with rosie #blue

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 months

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anything with leathal amounts of ust please!!!

Hey Nonny!

Oh gosh, it's been so long since my last UST/URT list, and I've not a lot of new ones to add that I've personally read, so let's give you what I currently have plus anything tagged with it on my MFL list!

As usual friends, please add yours if you got it!! <3

UST / URT Pt. 2

See also: UST / URT Pt. 1

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, 5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

fulfilling for other people by missselene (E, 3,957 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, Unhappy Fic, Unrequited Love Confession, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock decides to act on John’s advice regarding romantic entanglements, the results are far from what John expected. Part 1 of fulfilling for other people

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

MARKED FOR LATER

2 Bits by Ewebie (M, 717 w., 1 Ch. || TABlock/Victorianlock || Shaving Each Other, UST/URT) – It was the quiet moments. The peace behind closed doors and drawn curtains. At the end of a case. At the end of a long day. At the end of their ropes, but away from society’s prying eyes. That was the foundation upon which the rumors were spread. Part 11 of the Tumblr Shorts series

Nothing Happened in Belarus by DiscordantWords (M, 6,589 w., 2 Ch. || Time Travel || S1 / S4 Compliant, Drug Use, Mutual Pining, Bittersweet, Unresolved) – Six years, give or take. And one night where nothing happened.

Watch What They Photograph Series by Itsallfine (E, 8,014 w. across 3 stories || Sexting / Texting, Bars and Pubs, Pre-Slash, Oblivious John, Voyeurism, UST/URT, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Masturbation, Anal) – “If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.” — Unknown

I meant to say always by OnceSherlock (T, 8,808 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Parentlock, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Unresolved Romantic Tension, POV John, Protective Parents) – Rosie made sure that Sherlock was listening before whispering into John’s ear. “I wished for you and Papa to be married.”

Wanting Everything by jadztone (T, 10,931 w. 1 Ch., || Post-S4, Miscommunications, Pining John, Pregnancy, UST / RST, First Kiss, Parentlock, Mollcroft) – John and Rosie are living in Baker Street again, after the events of TFP. John is trying to work up the courage to tell Sherlock how he feels. When he finds out Molly is pregnant, he fears that he is too late.

Fight or Flight by saintscully (M, 10,941 w., 10 Ch. || T6T Fix It, Missing Scenes, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Doubt, Pre-Slash) – Mary Watson drugs Sherlock Holmes and runs away from her husband and daughter. Claiming to flee in order to protect them, she leaves behind a fragile marriage and a fractured relationship with the consulting detective. This is the story of John and Sherlock during Mary’s months away from London. Part 1 of the The Fight or Flight Universe series

Inevitable Conclusions by apliddell (T, 12,103 w., 6 Ch. || TEH Fix It / Post TRF, UST/RST, Ginger Sherlock, Domestics, POV First Person Sherlock) – The timing isn't perfect. I know that. Part 1 of An Extraordinary Genius for Minutiae

The City of Dreams by bittergreens (E, 12,908 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, UST/RST, Oral/Anal, Hotel Sex, Opera, Case Fic, Toplock, Hand & Finger Kink, Dirty Talk, Possessive Sherlock, Champagne, Drinking, Post-Case Sex) – In which John and Sherlock go to the opera, apprehend a criminal, and then return to their hotel room to have jubilant, endorphin-fueled, post-case sex. Part 1 of the The City of Dreams series

John Comes to Sussex by iriswallpaper (T, 13,468 w., 9 Ch. || Post S3, Victor/Sherlock, Mutual Pining, UST/URT, Sherlock-Centric, Love Declarations, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Johnlock, Terminal Illness, Domestics, Retirement) – Sherlock and John both had two great loves of their lives. They had waited more than half their lifetime for each other. They’d both married and had good lives and now as widowers the time for their relationship had finally come. A story of happiness, loss, rediscovered love, contentment, retirement together, family, friendship and late-life love. Un-betaed. I know there are verb tense irregularities but the Internet said that's OK for flashback scenes. All errors are mine and mine alone. It made me ridiculously happy to write this fic. I hope it makes you happy to read it - if it does, please leave a comment. Comments make me ridiculously happy, too. Part 1 of Retirement in Sussex

fulfilling for other people Series by missselene (E, 19,140 w. across 4 works || Post S4, Pining Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Oblivious John, Unrequited Love, UST/RST, Bath Sex, Internalized Homophobia, First Kiss/Time, Making Love, Tender Sex, Vocal Sherlock, Caring John, Angst and Fluff) – When Sherlock decides to act on John’s advice regarding romantic entanglements, the results are far from what John expected.

To Reach a Breaking Point by LollipopCop (E, 33,990 w., 12 Ch. || Post-S3, First Kiss/Time, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Frottage, Fluff and Angst, UST/URT, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Kissing, Eventual Happy Ending) – After an adrenaline-filled chase, Sherlock and John can't contain themselves and kiss in an alley. However, John regrets it. Sherlock doesn't know if he should act like it never happened, try to kiss John again, or confront him.

Trenchcoats and Capes by jomochi (T, 35,275 w., 3 Ch. || Superhero AU || UST/URT, Mutually Unrequited, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, Secret Identity, Hero John) – He’s twirling a strand of hair around the finger of his other hand. His coat, which honestly looks more like a cape than anything, is spread out beneath him. His chest rises and falls slowly with calm breaths, the tight black material of his suit stretching to accommodate the movement. John has seen many pictures of him but not one did him any justice. The sight before John is breath-taking. It isn’t right. Evil shouldn’t look this good.

To Poisons and Their Antidotes by thegirlinthedeathfrisbee (M, 66,648 w., 12 Ch. || Unilock AU || Deductions, Coffee, Dinners, Dates, Drug Use, UST / RST, Romance, Humour, One-Liners, Drama, Angst, ASiP, Oral/Anal, Hand Jobs) – Every poison has their antidote. Sherlock will meet the antidote to his poison in the most unlikely of ways.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 (E, 69,042 w., 14 Ch. || Teen/Unilock || Forced to Share a Bed, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Relationship, Sherlock is a Prick, Drinking, Inadvertent Drug Use, Family Wedding, Footballer John / Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Frottage, Slow Burn, Mild Dub Con, Cuddling While Sleeping, Slight Homophobia, Posh Boy, Dirty Dancing, Endearments, Nosy FAmily, Bathing Together, Mild Angst, UST/RST, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff) – John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Sacré Coeur by Mamaorion (M, 95,235 w., 27 Ch. || S4 Fix It Rewrite, First Kiss, UST / RST, Eventual Happy Ending, Coming Out, Holmes Family, Marriage Proposal, Husbands, Healing, Evil Mary, Beekeeping, Caretaker Sherlock, Mind Palace, Alzheimer’s Disease, Protective / Big Brother Mycroft, TD-12) – In this s4 fixit, John must piece together the gaps in his altered memory if he and Sherlock are to face the terror that has plagued Sherlock since childhood. As they untangle the web, seven years of hidden love ignite.

To the Sticking Place by blueink3 (E, 121,973 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Musical Theatre AU || Showmance, Friends to Lovers, Bickering, UST / RST, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock, BAMF John, New York City / Broadway) – Renowned Shakespearean actor Sherlock Holmes has finally burned all of his bridges in the theatre industry save for his constant director, Greg Lestrade. John Watson has made a name for himself in the musical theatre circuit, but age and injury are working against him. Can they reinvent themselves for an all-male Macbeth without killing one another? Part 1 of the Screw Your Courage series

Thirst by bittergreens (E, 122,257 w., 18 Ch. || Post TGG, POV John, Angst, Pining John, UST/RST, Masturbation, PTSD, Sexual Fantasy, First Kiss/Time, Nightmares, Frottage, Friends to Lovers, BAMF John, Mildly Dub Con, Hurt/Comfort, Oral Sex, Rain Sex, Voice Kink/Porn, Loud Sex, Rimming, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Case Fic, Baths / Bath Sex, Mild Gore, Psychological Torture, Fluff, Slow Burn) – When John realizes he has feelings for Sherlock and decides he must keep those feelings secret at all costs, the resulting tension might bring Baker Street to the ground.

Drift Compatible by J_Baillier (E, 130,380 w., 26 Ch. || Pacific Rim Fusion || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Family Drama, Accidental Telepathic Voyeurism, Martial Arts, Sci-Fi, Internalised Homophobia, Rubbish Siblings, Army Doctor John, Medical H/C, Bullying, Neurodiversity, PTSD, Drug Use, Depression, Mourning, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, UST/URT) – A washed out war hero struggling with his past. A prodigy who wants nothing to do with his family legacy. Both are looking for something—and someone—worth fighting for in a world where human civilisation is constantly under threat.

The Men Who Talked Between the Words by Odamaki (E, 463,024 w., 30 Ch. || Parentlock, UST/URT, Pining Sherlock, Grieving John, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Slow Burn/Build, Case Fic, First Kiss / Time, Implied/Referenced Suicide & Drug Use, Slow Burn, Sherlock Whump, Panic Attacks) – John expected to be a father some day; he expected to have the house, and the wife and the nice suburban job. Sherlock never expected to have children, in part because he never expected to make it past 30. As it turns out, you don't get a choice. Crammed into Baker Street with a baby, John struggles with single-parenthood and his own fears, while Sherlock treads the fine line between doing too little and saying too much.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

Everyone Who Knows Us by fraxinusanomala (E, 1,920+ w., 2/? Ch. || WiP || Young Royals / Royalty AU || First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Aristocrat Sherlock, High School, UST / RST, Romance) – When Swedish prince Sherlock is sent to an elite boarding school after an embarrassing public incident, he is sure he’s going to be absolutely miserable. That is, of course, until he lays eyes on local scholarship student John Watson.

The Case of the Dancing Cameras by Kr_Nl (E, 54,091+ w., 10/11 Ch. || WiP || Post S4, Dancing Men Adaptation, Case Fic, Angst, Slow Burn, Massage, UST/URT, Homoerotic Literature, Angst, Slow Burn, Fake Relationship, Scars, Humping, Masturbation, Flirting, Almost Kiss, Pining Sherlock) – The case in which John gets to be a massage therapist for a case and Sherlock gets to be massaged against his will (not really). Taking liberties with The Adventure of the Dancing Men of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Or the case in which John discovers Sherlock turns himself on with homoerotic literature.

Since First I Saw Your Face by Stavia_Scott_Grayson (M, 398,966+ w., 19/22 Ch. || WiP || ACD Canon / 1884 Victorian AU || Friends to Lovers, Pining, UST/URT, POV Sherlock, Christmas, Developing Relationship, Turkish Baths, Victorian Attitudes, Sussex Holiday, Cocaine, Holmes’ Childhood, Cold Cases, References to Canon) – During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.

Over Fathoms Deep by bittergreens (E, 477,709+ w., 60/? Ch. || WiP || Historical / Regency / Sailing AU || Sailor!John / Aristocrat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Sailing, Bottomlock, UST / RST, Hand/Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Happy Ending, Anal) – When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.

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Kinktober D14: Sweetest Treat - Seungyoun

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Pairing: Lord Cho Seungyoun x Bakers Daughter Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Summary: You had a desire for a man out of your reach, at least until he reached out to you first. Still, from such different worlds could it really be so?

Warnings: Oral (reader rec), fingering, praise, lots of praise, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2964

“Welcome back Lord Cho will it be the usual again?” You hear your father at the counter of the shop from your place back in the kitchen and find yourself peeking out to take note of whether it is the very Cho Seungyoun you have rather the obsession with or his father. Taking note that this morning it happens to be the latter to your slight disappointment.

“That it will be, when can I expect it to be ready?” He asks as you’ve already begun to focus your attention back onto the cherry tarts you have been working on making.

“Well we can start on it right away, so I’d say mid-afternoon or so. Is that fine with you?” Your father inquires of the lord who hums in thought before sighing softly.

“Ahh my son will have to pick it up, I’ll be indisposed then.” Those were the only words it took to have your attention back on the conversation and your heart fluttering so much you’re certain it was skipping beats. Not that you cared, you would get to see the sweet Cho Seungyoun this afternoon. The very man who hid away under the trees of the orchard or inspected the vineyards that you went to so as to find the best of fresh fruits to use for the sweets. The man whom despite being a lord by birth never treated you as just the baker's daughter. The very man that made every suitor who showed their face look like the mere scraps you threw out for the mangy street dogs, that is if they didn’t appear to be more like the street dogs instead.

Knowing that Seungyoun would be coming you were suddenly much more focused on the tasks, working to get everything in order perfectly and quickly so that you could set off to make the apple tarts that he had once told you he liked to slip into the order for him as well. Waiting for your father to be occupied before slipping them in, putting the rest out front for walk-in customers to purchase. Finishing wrapping up their order and it was ready for when Seungyoun walked in an hour later. Your father handled the money while you handed him the bags.

“While I was here I was wondering if I could inquire about something.” Seungyoun asks and you decide to take your leave when your father glances over at you, though still standing near enough to hear the exchange, “I am going to be spending a few months over at our vacation home nearer to the city, but I don’t think I could possibly do without your baking. Do you have someone who could deliver it to me there? A shophand or something perhaps? I would pay handsomely for it.”

Your brows furrowed as you listened while kneading the dough, you knew Seungyoun was aware it was just the two of you in the shop and yet he had asked that anyway.

“My lord… It’s only me and my daughter and she cannot run the shop alone in my absence.” Your father nervously responds though he is right. You tend to focus more on the sweets while he covers the savory goods as you have not yet mastered all the recipes.

“Can she also not deliver them? She is at an age where she should be able to travel alone. Though if it is her safety you are concerned for I can send a carriage to escort her. That is no problem.” Seungyoun assures him, but you can tell your father is still debating before excusing himself for a moment, coming and explaining the situation to you.

“Papa, you've raised me with the sense needed to survive in this world. I should be able to travel there and back with no problem.” You assure him, taking his hands into yours with a smile, “Besides it will only be a few days.”

He sighs, but nods at your assurance is enough for him before he’s going to inform Seungyoun that you accept. Taking note of what he wanted and when the carriage would be arriving to pick up you and the baked goods. Pouring yourself into the work as time continues on, your heart beating sporadically knowing that this time there would be more to prepare than just some apple tarts. Your heart then proves to be in your throat the day the carriage arrives to come get you. Feeling rather silly climbing inside in your simple dress while being assisted by the older gentlemen set along with it. Your hands shake the whole journey there, before pulling up to a home easily three times the size of yours despite being a vacation home. Seungyoun greeting you at the door.

“Y/N! Welcome! I know you’re here for business, but please do be at home. You’re our guest this evening.” He assures bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it as someone takes the delivery from you along with the bag you needed overnight. Seungyoun guides you to his office where he hands you the money along with a paper stating his next order list and the date for that. “Come, I'll give you a quick tour.”

Lacing your arm through Seungyoun’s felt so foreign and yet so right as you allowed him to give you a tour. Though if you recalled anything after with the way his presence so close to you had your mind muddied, it would be a miracle. After the tour much to your displeasure Seungyoun left you again, returning to business matters, but promising to join you for dinner this evening, not one to let his guest eat alone. In fact, he goes as far as to turn up at the guest room to escort you there himself as well. It was also an unfamiliar experience to have people catering to you, but considering they were not a constant you still got a lot of time alone with Seungyoun.

“So if I mention other sweets that I like will they start miraculously appearing in our orders?” He playfully calls you out amidst casual conversation, trying to stuff down his laughter at seeing how you immediately fluster.

“You just seemed to really like them.” Your words are so soft that you’re not sure if they’re even audible.

“Oh I do and it’s very sweet of you to sneak me them. Though perhaps I’m a bit too spoiled now, I’m not sure I could survive without them.” His words are meant to reassure you, but it stuns you even more.

“Was it that obvious that it was me?” Your bashfulness makes him chuckle a little bit again.

“Well, kind of with how you seem to stare from the back anytime I’m in the shop.” He giddily calls you out again, though he then offers something in return, “Don’t worry though you’re the entire reason I come to the shop all the time. Even if I claim it’s the apple tarts.”

“My lord, there are many women in the marriage market who wish for your hand this season, of what concern am I to you in comparison?” You attempt to dismiss still unsure of his intentions at this point, but you feel the way it makes your heart stutter.

“Compared to you they are simply specks of dirt. No, the one who I would wish to court would be you, however, fate has us in such different lives that is not a possibility. Not publicly anyways, but perhaps when you come for deliveries we might.” Seungyoun proposes and you consider it for a moment.

“Are you truly suggesting what I believe you are? That we court in secret these next few months?” You attempt to reassure yourself that this is not your mind playing tricks on you.

“That is what I truly am suggesting. Should you be open to it.” He assures you, though giving an out afterward should it be what makes you comfortable.

“I am open to it.” You agree, earning a delighted smile from Seungyoun and a feeling that this would be an interesting few months.

Interesting they were, to say the least, Seungyoun was nothing if not sincere though. He had to be knowing that he was coming to you not for money or reputation, if anything putting those at risk. You did have to stop him from spoiling you quite so often however or people would have questions that you could not answer while keeping your secret. Seungyoun had taken the time during your visits to teach you things from his world such as formal ballroom dances and formal etiquettes. Such things are all very unfamiliar to you and seemingly overly complicated, but it allowed you a more in-depth look at him and that is something you would never complain of.

Seungyoun catches you again with a chuckle, righting you on your feet once more, “Looks like we’ll need to practice more.”

You pout a little and he stuffs down the rest of his amusement, “What would I even use this for?”

“Well as my wife you would use it for a lot of things. Any major event has dancing after all.” Seungyoun answers you so casually you miss the implications at first.

“I guess that’s true.” You agree before it registers, “Wait… as your what?”

Seungyoun smirks, leaning in by your ear, “Well for what purpose did you think we were courting sweetness? I wasn’t doing it just for more apple tarts.”

“And how exactly do you intend to go about getting married considering no one would approve of such.” You bring up though you had no real opposition to it.

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing we’re away from anyone who could stop us. I could call someone from the church to wed us right now.” He whispers into your ear before placing a few delicate kisses down your neck.

“Would you?” You breathlessly ask, only encouraging him to keep kissing your skin like that.

“Would I what, sweet girl?” He inquires as if he has no idea what he’s doing.

“Would you truly call someone to wed us?” Sure you had dreamt of it, but for Seungyoun, position and all to actually suggest it was something you had never thought possible.

“If your heart so desires it. I would do it today.” He answers you without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then do it.”

Which is how you found yourself looking through the dresses Seungyoun had gifted you for dinners at his home in an attempt to find something suitable to marry him in. Finding something in a light pink that would be perfect for it and getting ready knowing that he had left to go find someone to marry you both little more than an hour ago and was likely on his way back now. Sure had you not been marrying in secret you both would have had things a lot more composed, however knowing that it was to be with Seungyoun was all you needed for it to be perfect. Hearing Seungyoun call out to you to signal his return, you nearly flew down the stairs to meet them, eager for this to happen. Seungyoun beams as he holds his hands out for yours before he nods to the man officiating for you both.

As soon as it was official Seungyoun had someone take the officiant back in a carriage while he took your hand and guided you back upstairs only this time it was to his room and not the guest room you so often stayed in. A hand coming up to cup your cheek, Seungyoun is content to take in your features for a few moments before he finally leans in to kiss you. Something you’re eager to return at the slow sweet pace he’s taking it at. The both of you wanted to take the time to commit every detail to memory despite how eager you both were at this moment.

“You know, you’re sweeter than any apple tart,” Seungyoun tells you licking his lips with a small smirk before moving in to kiss you again. Though this time he’s guiding you towards the bed as he does. “You also look so pretty in the things I get just for you.”

“I always feel special in the things you get me.” You admit to him even if the sentiment flusters you some.

“Then I’ll be sure to spoil you with even more.” He grins, kissing your cheek before his lips trail to your jaw and then down to your neck, “Though for now, I’m much more interested in seeing how pretty you are out of this dress sweet girl.”

“Well, I won’t be denying my husband of that anytime soon.” You assure him leaning up to kiss him before allowing him to get the dress off you one piece at a time. Seungyoun brushes delicately against each new patch of skin that is revealed as he does so. Allowing you also to work on getting his shirt off so you aren’t the only one revealing things now. Though he stops you after that.

“We’ll worry about that later sweetness, for now, allow me something else.” Seungyoun then moves down between your legs, spreading them to give himself more access, “I want to taste something else that I’m sure is just as sweet as the rest of you.”

The thought flusters you enough to hide your face making him chuckle, as he leans down to kiss your clit, “Don’t hide from me sweet girl, I want to see exactly how I’m making you feel.”

Despite his request, he allows you to move your hands at your own pace, not that you could deny Seungyoun anything that he asked you for. Watching him gently lap at you with furrowed brows at the unfamiliar, but pleasant sensations. Seungyoun takes note of every microexpression so as to determine what is best for you and shows how dedicated he was to making this enjoyable for not just him, but also you. Taking his time just with that, before he focuses more on your clit and eases a finger in, pausing when you gasp to look up at you.

“I’m okay Seungyoun.” You assure him, fingers weaving into his hair and scratching at his scalp making him moan and urging him to continue. Seungyoun once again takes his time to learn what you like and being rewarded with such pretty sounds and reactions only spurs him on further. Seungyoun then adds another finger and slowly works you up, the warm fuzzy feeling spreading through your body and making you grip at the bedsheets as it builds.

“Feeling good sweet girl?” He asks, barely parting from your clit and sending shocks of pleasure through it as he speaks, “It’s okay if you are, I got you pretty girl.”

“So good Seungyoun. It feels so good.” You can’t help but to praise him for how he’s making you feel. Seungyoun getting a sense of pride at your praise, loving that he can have such an effect on you, but not quite satisfied yet as he focuses on the spots he’s learned that make you feel the best. Only truly content once you cum for him.

“You know I was wrong. I think this might be sweeter than the rest of you.” He licks what’s left of you off his lips laughing lightly when you playfully smack his shoulder before pulling his face back up to yours for a kiss.

Seungyoun raises a brow at you as you now go back to getting his pants off, “What? I’m just picking back up where we left off. Don’t tell me you’re going to stop me again. I thought I could have what my heart desires, Seungyoun and my heart desires all of you.”

“Then you’ll have all of me sweetness.” He concedes with no real argument considering how much he desired it as well. Not that it would stop him from taking his time with you. Fingertips caressing your thighs as he eases inside, giving you both time to catch your breath. Seungyoun rolled his hips slow and shallow to guide you through all the new feelings, his hands leaving your thighs to take yours and lace your fingers together pressing your hands into the bed. “Eyes on me sweet girl. There you go, so perfect for me.”

His pelvic bone grinds against your clit as he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose and that’s when you let out a moan that makes him shudder above you. It only encourages him to go a little deeper and a little faster now. Each subsequent sound of pleasure makes him do so again until you’re both looking into each other's eyes as they’re clouded with pleasure and lust. The feelings overwhelm all your senses until you’re feeling that same warm and fuzzy sensation spreading through you again and cumming on his cock. Seungyoun is only seconds behind you, kissing the side of your face in appreciation.

“Good girl.” He whispers, peeling a hand from yours to brush your hair out of your face where it sticks. Allowing you both time to catch your breath before he’s helping you to the bathroom to gently wash you up. Then helping you to dress before going across the hall to the room you had considered yours and leaving the ruined sheets for another time.

“I’ve already sent word to both of our families. They may have some words for us upon our return, but whatever happens, they cannot change what is done. You are now Lady Cho, my lovely wife and for the next two weeks we will be perfectly undisturbed on our honeymoon.”

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Lowkey want to write about Liam and Sherlock raising Mycroft’s estranged daughter (he’s a neglectful father because he puts work above everything). The little girl is surrounded by many people who love her (Moriarty clan and Sherlock team) and she has inherited the Holmes deduction skills, knows many languages, plays music instruments but she is really bad at math, physics and chemistry.

They live between Durham and Baker Street because of Sherlock’s job but Liam has taken over Louis and handles the house but also tutors/raises the little girl. Since it’s the Victorian era, Sherly and Liam are “roommates” but everyone knows. She genuinely believes Sherlock is her father as she was a baby when he decides to take her with him so she calls them Sherly Papa and Liam Papa. Everyone else is Uncle or Auntie, but there are exceptions for Brother Fred, Jack Grandpa and Hudson Grandma (it happened once and it was a joke). Bond spoils this girl like crazy with several shopping sprees, money, hugs, cakes and many toys, he even forced Herder to build a kid’s car. Albert is wine auntie who always covers up the child’s mistakes.

Liam Papa is a surprisingly great father : he’s really patient and tries his best to cheer her up. He reads her many books before bed time and loves to carry her around. He learned how to cook and basic housekeeping thanks to Louis and Jack. Little of what she does makes sense to him but she is cute so it’s okay. He is the one who teaches her about high society and manners. Once she will be a teenager he will hate any guy who will try to court her. Turns out he knows why Mycroft is so neglectful and it’s because Mycroft wants his daughter to have a free life like Sherlock.

Sherly Papa ? He’s also a great father, but he tends to forgot that she is child and brings her EVERYWHERE ! Wanna create a cute bomb so we can blow up the fish in the lake ? Let’s go. Let’s go a crime scene ! Here, have a cookie even if dinner is in a hour ! Let’s have lunch on the roof ! Your dress is suffocating ? Just roll yourself in the mud ! He gets scolded by Liam a lot but it’s fine. Sherlock is the fun but overprotective father but mostly important, he’s the only one who knows how to take care of her curly hair (Holmes family trait) and he cried when she straightened it for the first time when she was a teenager.

Girl will found out in her early 20′s that Mycroft is her biological father but Sherlock will move mountains to prove her that she is his daughter no matter what. And also what Liam and her whole family did in the past.

#sherliam #yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp headcanon #ynm sherlock #ynm william

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Tagged by @verecunda, thank you! I've lost track of who has been tagged, so please jump in if you'd like to play!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

176, give or take a few that are in currently anonymous collections.

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?

737,590

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My current main fandoms are the Hornblower novels and The Flight of the Heron. But I also write one-offs as please me, either for exchange assignments or pinch-hits, or because I got bit by a plot bunny. (Yes, plot-bunnies are carnivorous!) This year, I've written for Hornblower (novels and TV), The Flight of the Heron, Vokosigan Saga, Elementary, ACD Holmes, Leverage, A Rip Through Time, and Wild Things (1998).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Sincerity of Dust (Mycroft/Lestrade - Sherlock TV) Etta Candy's Last Stand (Etta Candy/Wonder Woman) Three Continents and Many Nations (Elementary gen; Joan Watson has broken hearts around the world) Baker Street Papas (Holmes/Watson, kidfic) Foundations (Elementary gen; Bell-centric fixit AU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, because I was taught to write thank you notes. Also, because sometimes I can lure a commenter into a conversation, which is always fun -- and sometimes they even become a friend.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Heh. *rubs hands gleefully* I have a little sideline in fics that made people cry. Let me show you some of my favorites!

The Golden Sand Bush/Hornblower Once again a prisoner of the French, Hornblower awaits his execution.

Cock on the Right background Bush/Hornblower/Maria For as long as he bears them, Bush's tattoos protect him faithfully.

Telling the Bees Elementary gen Sherlock returns from Switzerland, but Watson does not.

Brandy and Soda Holmes & Watson; Mary/Watson (7 Per-Cent Solution) Holmes returns to Baker Street.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, fuck if I know. I've been accused more than once of writing only bittersweetly happy endings. But here, have a story in which Horatio Hornblower, that sad wet miserable bastard, is simply happy for a day:

Nothing So Much Worth Doing

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not often. Earlier this year a commenter objected to a pwp being a pwp. Which. Dude. As a later commenter replied (so I didn't have to! blessings on their house!), the story was exactly what it said in the tags and summary, so take some personal responsibility and don't click on what you don't want to read.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Slash, femslash, threesomes; vanilla and kinky; realistic and fantastical; first times and well-seasoned olds. I haven't yet written anything that would bring the antis after me, but that's the kind of thing that I'd put under a different pseud anyway.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Absolutely. Probably Elementary x Bee-Man Comics: THE BEST BEE FIC ON MARS.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had a couple requests this year for permission to translate a story (both granted), but I don't know the current status of either project.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@phoenixfalls and I have a story we've been co-writing; every once in a while we talk about finishing it. I'd very much like to; I think it's great fun.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Pass.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Twin Peaks x Buffy crossover that I quite like, but which I am extremely unlikely to ever finish. Every now and then I think of it wistfully, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Well-organized and precise prose, and strong characterizations.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Inelegant prose, and wobbly characterizations.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

An insidious trap, if your characters speak the other language better than you do. (With the exception of William Bush in French, they always do! Why do I write all these classically-educated assholes?)

My usual solution is to paraphrase the dialogue through my pov character, at whatever their level of comprehension is. After all, that's what the reader needs to know: what the pov character understands. Paraphrasing also circumvents the wild card that some of my readers will know the language and some won't -- this way, no reader has an advantage and no reader is left scrambling for a translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ask Dr. Eldritch! a webcomic written by the talented evannichols.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Whichever one someone just left a lovely comment on.

#my writing #query memage

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acurlygirlamy1 · 9 months

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Does anyone have a song that they love to listen to that you turn up, sing along and it puts you in a good mood?

1. Stairway to heaven by Led zep.

2. Dream on by Aerosmith

3. Try a little tenderness by otis

4. How we operate by Gomez

5. Colorful by Rocco Deluca

6. Down by 311

7. River of Deceit by Mad Season

8. Soul by Matchbox20

9. Hand me down by Matchbox20

10. Humpty Dance by digital underground

11. Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty

12. Thunderstruck by AC/DC

13. You shook me all night long⬆️

14. LA Bamba by los lobos

15. Devil went down to Georgia by The Charlie Daniel's Band

16. All my life by Foo fighters

17. Black by Pearl Jam

18. Yellow Ledbetter by Pearl Jam

19. Man in the box by AiC

20. Rooster by Alice in chains

21. Sometimes it's a bitch by Stevie Nicks

22. Leather and lace

23. Sweet Girl

24. Stop dragging my heart around

25. Refugee by Tom Petty

26. Hotel California by the Eagles

27. The Logical song by super tramp

28. Uses to the pain by Tracy Lawrence

29. Cochise by Audioslave

30. I am the highway

31. Like a stone

32. Show me how to live

33. Down in a hole by AiC

34. Barracuda By Heart

35. Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog

36. Smells like teen spirit by Nirvana

37. Flagpole sitta by Harvey Danger

38. Cult of personality by living color

39. Beautiful people by Marilyn Manson

40. Crazy bitch by Buck cherry

41. Scars by Papa Roach

42. Paint it black by the Rolling Stones

43. Still counting by Volbeat

44. More Human than Human by white zombie

45. Click Click Boom by Saliva

46. Self esteem by the offspring

47. You ought know by Alanis Morrisette

48. Times like these by Foo fighters

49. Whole Lotta love by Led Zepplin

50. Little pieces by Gomez

51. Girls by Beastie Boys

52. Running on Sunshine by Jesus Jackson

53. Since you been gone by Kelly Clatkson

54.Nobody knows by queen of the stone age

55. Mama I'm coming home by Ozzy Osborne

56. Fuel

57. Ronnie

58. One by Metallica ⬆️

*in no particular order*

Somebody on here once asked me to make a list of my top 100 songs...I struggled to narrow it down. When your trying to put your list together remembering 1 song or album leads to 2 or 3 more...and memories.

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amyreadsandstresses · 2 years

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SHERLOCK FICS REC: PARENTLOCK PT.2

Part one here

*Vikings by OcassionallyCreative

24k, 3/3, Sherlolly, Romantic Comedy, Humor, Angst, Parenthood, Happy Ending.

After splitting from Tom, Molly, wishing to take control of her own life, decides to have a child through artificial insemination. A certain consulting detective isn't entirely happy about the idea.

*Nature & Nurture by earlgreytea68

220k, 6 works, Johnlock, Mystrade, Angst, Humor, Parentlock, Cloning. So perfect.

The British Government accidentally clones Sherlock Holmes. Which brings a baby to 221B Baker Street.

*Give It Welcome by Glenmore

13k, 1/1, Johnlock, Mrs Hudson, Rosie Watson, Casefic, Relationship, Memories

Rosie Watson is commissioned to write a story about memories of her favourite gifts.

*Easier With You by addicted2hugh, FinAmour

13k, 2/2, Johnlock, Insecure Sherlock, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Refrences to Sherlock's Past, Light Angst

Sherlock smiles slightly, his forehead coming to rest on John’s, and he lets out a tiny sigh. “It’s not myself I worry about, John.”

“I know,” John says, his nose brushing against Sherlock’s. “And I will support any decision you make. But Rosie is going to be happy with you no matter what. You truly are her hero, you know that?”

Sherlock exhales a small laugh. “Am I?”

“That’s not even a question that needs answered, Sherlock. She’s amazed by you.”

*Child of Baker Street by TwisterMelody

31k, 11 works, Johnlock, Fluff, Humor, Family, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Mrs Hudson, Humor

A series of stories and drabbles about the upbringing of Hamish Watson-Holmes.

*Happy (not) Valentine's by julidoesnotwrite (notjuli)

8k, 1/1, Aromantic Character, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Rosie Watson, Family Dynamics, Non-Romantic Relationship, Post Canon, Panic Attacks, Domestic Fluff

It's not Valentine's Day and John is up to something.

*Consultive Detective to-be by GayAvocado

5k, 1/1, Johnlock, Rosie Watson, Fluff, Parentlock, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Life, Post Canon, Happy Ending

“Yes Papa,” Rosie said hopping off the bench and on the ground. Sherlock froze at the nickname and left Rosie confused with her hand outstretched toward him for a few seconds. “Are you okay?” This question brought the man back to reality. Or: Rosie starts to call Sherlock Papa, and after a few revelations on Sherlock's part, she tries to set him up with her father. Smart Rosie, flustered Sherlock and confused John.

I have many more fics, but I'm going to be uploading them in parts :)

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laziestgirlintown · 3 months

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Something Sweet

I wrote a little thing. It's inspired by a donut, and its main purpose is to be cute and fun. (There will be a little angst.) Summary: There's a pastry chef, and cake names that make a customer blush. Also on AO3.

Something Sweet, Chapter 1/11.

PAGE 1-2

Exterior: a picturesque café in the morning sun. From bird’s eye view, if we imagine the bird sitting in one of the trees on the street outside. A sign on the door: "We're closed, welcome at 9 AM!" There’s a small rainbow flag in the corner of the sign.

We sweep in through the window of the closed front door. Inside, the counter has a large display case with a glass front; there are several tables of different sizes and shapes, and between them cheerful palm trees and other large plants; art of different shapes and sizes on the walls.

We land in the kitchen behind the counter, closing in on a workbench. A pair of hands are working over several frames. Delicious-looking cookies, pastries, and cakes are arranged on trays; trays are moved one after the other into the display case. In the last few frames we pan out again and see the pastry chef as he goes about his job.

He's wearing a crisp, white uniform with a striped apron, and a neat cap over dark hair neither short nor long. He's maybe late 30s, and we get the impression that he’s mild-mannered, kind; the gentle smile on his face as he does these routine jobs says this is one of his (many) favourite parts of the day. Last frames: a tray is set in its place, and he reaches for a brush and a card.

PAGE 3-4

The pastry chef takes a folded card, writes on it with a fine, thin brush, then places it in front of one of the trays.

Pan out, then in, to see the trays and their signs in the display case.

An array of elaborate little chocolate biscuits promise: “I Tempt Only With All I Am” A dream in pink and red tells you: "When I'm Berry I'm Better" A tray of golden cookies with the distinctive seed shape nudged into the top: “Almond’s There” A cake covered in white chocolate: “Yes! Yes” And a dozen elaborate fruit pastries proudly bear the name “Papa’s Peachy Passion Perfection”

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The sign on the door is turned to “Welcome!” [rainbow flag on this side as well] and the bell above the door jingles. Regular customers stream in, a steady but patient flood. [Bell rings again in corners of frames.] Most of the customers have a chat with the baker, and no regulars begrudge that nor try to stress things along. Not batting an eye, they order their “Pomme At My Touch,” “Nibble,” and the distinctly shaped "Peckish.” Unhurried and serene, the baker serves and wraps his temptations.

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Late morning; there’s a lull. Customers at some of the tables but no one in line. The baker rearranges cakes and signs after the morning’s many sales.

The bell above the door jingles.

A new customer comes in. Clearly his first visit. He's seeing a new place; he’s curious, unfamiliar, but there is maybe a note of hesitation that goes a little beyond unfamiliarity. He takes very short steps. The door closes quietly behind him and his jaws clench nervously. He sees a couple at a table, giggling over a shared plate of cookies, and his tread falters slightly. But most of all, his gaze is drawn again and again to the restocked trays of delicacies in the display. Speech bubble in lower corner: “Welcome.” ^ ^

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The customer looks up to the baker’s smile. Snags there for a moment – it is a smile to snag on – but he gathers himself and reciprocates the polite bow. “My thanks! I’m …” His attention is drawn back to the pastries, and the baker smiles. (He’s always a little (justifiably) smug at this point.) “Please, I insist you see everything before you choose.” He goes back to his chores, and the customer looks back to what’s on offer.

The customer’s arrested attention roams from macaroons to biscuits, buns to amuses-bouches; a perfectly glazed curve there, a tantalising graze of bright sprinkles here. He is starry-eyed at all the loveliness – and then he comes to focus on the signs before the pastries and O.O (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

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The customer reads all the signs, and, oh, does he blush. He glances up at the baker, who is half turned away, busy with pans and tools, and his shaken gaze possibly rests there a little too long: the baker, with the perfect radar of a life in the service business, turns back, always gently smiling. “Would you like to know more about any of the ingredients? Any allergies to consider?”

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“I – I’m allergic to cherries,” the customer says, only to blush even more. But the baker’s smile never falters: he only inclines his head and answers, indicating a pink chou: “Alas, then I cannot offer you ‘Oh! Your Blossom.’ But everything that comes in contact with allergens is cleaned thoroughly. You should feel quite safe with everything else.” The customer nods, a bit weak at this point.

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Time is freely given. The baker serves another regular while the customer calms down. In the end, the customer chooses two cookies: “Gingerly,” and "I Fit In Your Hand." His eyes do not leave the baker’s skilful hands as they wrap his purchase. “I do hope they will please.” The customer stammers his thanks. “If they do, please come again.”

Two days later, same time. The bell above the door jingles; a smile in the corner of a frame. “Welcome back.”

Chapter 2

#i wrote something #original fiction #yaoi #pastries #Something Sweet #fluff #food cw

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