lestrade's visits

The Stray

Originally posted by thedreamyworldd

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Content/Warning: Fluff, hint of angst, an adorable dog

Words: 966

A/N: Yay, request time! This was another one from an anon, requesting 1, 11, and 18 with an ending where they keep the dog. I hope you guys enjoy, and I should have another fic out later this evening.

You had somehow managed to convince Sherlock to take a break from his current case, with the excuse that perhaps the open air would help his brain function, leaving the two of you walking down the busy London roads. It was a windy, overcast day, and the two of you had your coats wrapped around your forms. “Want to visit Lestrade?” You asked.

“No,” Sherlock said instantly. “That would just slow down my brain function.”

“Okay then,” You said with a shrug, eyes wandering aimlessly around your surroundings. They settled on what looked like a young dog huddled under a bench, who looked skinny and cold. “Sherlock, look!”

He glanced towards where you pointed. “A dog.”

“Let’s go see it!” You said, about to bound over when he grabbed your arm.

“Y/N,” Sherlock said, “We’re not stealing that dog.

“It’s not stealing if the dog is a stray, Sherlock,” You said with a roll of your eyes. “The poor thing looks like it hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

Shaking out of his grip, you made your way over to the stray, who skittered back nervously. You sat on the opposite end of the bench, talking gently to it, and eventually it ventured towards you, close enough to gingerly sniff your fingers. Of course, Sherlock decided this was the perfect time to intervene, causing it to scamper back again. “Sherlock!” You exclaimed in frustration. “You scared it!”

He gave a somewhat annoyed sigh. “How is this my fault?

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@romycosplay asked: “…wait…when EXACTLY did Sherlock solve Irene’s password?”


I just put the months where Irene is involved. I didn’t bother removing everything else lmao within the month.

Just tell me if you want me to post the FULL SHERLOCK TIMELINE which I made… for this… love you all…



01   Midnight of April 1st. Sherlock, John, and Jim on the pool.
       Molly posted that she and Jim had a row about him being gay.
       Irene stops Moriarty from killing the duo.
       Irene takes compromising photos of a female royal.
       John posted about The Great Game case after midday.


12   John writes about Hat-man and Robin
       A day or two before, Irene caresses Sherlock’s photograph


02   John writes about The Aluminium Crutch
14   Sherlock and Irene meet for the first time
15   Mycroft visits Baker Street again
       John writes about By Royal Appointment
       “And I’m sure it won’t be the last time we hear the name Irene Adler. In fact, I’m pretty certain he’s getting texts from her. It’s funny, in the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him take the slightest interest in a woman but this one… She’s got to him.”
       It is canon Mike Stamford heard about Irene Adler via comments.


25   John writes about Christmas
   “She’s gone and he won’t dare admit it but he’s devastated. He can’t show it and I don’t think he understands what he’s feeling. Sometimes he’s so cut off from everything, so cold, so lacking in emotion that when he does feel something… well I think it’s the one thing on this planet he’ll never quite get.”
       Irene Adler fakes her death
       Mycroft hands Moriarty as Eurus’ Christmas Present
       John and Sherlock buy Mrs Hudson a laptop
31   Irene reveals to John she isn’t dead
       Sherlock finds out about Irene being alive
       Mrs Hudson was attacked in Baker Street
       John writes about Happy New Year
     “He won’t talk about her, obviously.”



01   Midnight.
       Sherlock texts Irene for the first time
       Sherlock x-rays Irene’s camera phone
       Irene gets in Sherlock’s room and sleeps
       Canon: whilst Irene and Sherlock were having eye-sex, John was chatting with people in the comment section of Actually, Happy New Year, until he came back to reality after Sherlock told him to check the flights
       “I think he’s more Sherlock’s fan than mine. Got to go. He wants me to look up some flight details.”
       Irene asks Sherlock for dinner
       Sherlock deduces Irene’s phone passcode

       Sherlock saves Irene in Karachi


11   Mycroft tells John that Irene was killed
       John tells Sherlock Irene is in a Witness Protection Scheme
12   John writes about The Woman
 Canon: Sherlock and John are like me and my sister, writing messages to each other online even when they’re in the same room
13   Sherlock goes somewhere to stab a dead pig with a harpoon
       Sherlock wears the blue dressing gown
14   Sherlock and John go to Dartmoor
       Sherlock sees the Hound
       Sherlock feels his body’s betraying him
15   “I don’t have friends. I’ve just got one.”
       Sherlock experiments on John
       Sherlock and John both see the Hound
       Moriarty walks and films inside Baker Street
16   Sherlock and John have breakfast at Dartmoor
       John writes about The Hounds of Baskerville
Sherlock and John go back to Baker Street
       Moriarty hacks into John’s blog and posts Hello, Boys! 



11   Sherlock writes as John in The Sign of Three
John and Mary’s wedding day
       Sherlock gets interrupted mid-deduction at the thought of Irene


11-17 (in one day)
       The Beginning of the episode of His Last Vow
       “Look, is it Sherlock Holmes you want? Because I’ve not seen him in ages.” “About a month.” || “A month! That’s all it took! One! Sherlock Holmes in a drug den!”
       Sherlock gets shot
       Sherlock goes into hospital
       Mary threatens Sherlock

18 - 24 (in one day)
       Lestrade visits Sherlock
       Sherlock goes missing
       They try to find Sherlock all night
       John learns the truth
       Sherlock goes back to hospital
       “We were told there was a shooting.” “There was: last week.”

11-24 (Somewhere between Sherlock getting admitted and escaping)
      Midnight or early morning. Irene visits.
      Janine shows up with the tabloids
      Magnussen visits Sherlock. 



06   Sherlock’s birthday
       Irene texts him again

Imagine Lestrade coming to visit and then John lets Lestrade carry Rosie and Rosie laughs. And then John had to go to the loo, leaving Lestrade alone with the baby (maybe there’s Sherlock too but Lestrade is the one carrying Rosie)

And then

Rosie vomits to his face. And then she laughs

John comes out of the loo to the sight of a happy Rosie and a barfed up Lestrade as he mutters “this is not my division”

Sherlock rarely ever cursed, prior to living with John.
However, after living with John for a while, the detective unintentionally begins swearing more often.

John is both amused and quite flattered to have taught Sherlock something.

Sherlock on the other hand is indifferent about his new, colourful vocabulary.



Gifs not mine.

Part One

Part Two

thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch  asked:

Just read the second part to my request it was amaizing. Can’t wait for the 3rd part. Oh please let her live xx

A/N: This should be the final part so I tried to give it a somewhat happy ending. Thank you for enjoying my writing. xxx

Life after the kidnapping was not easy. It was understandable that it may be hard to adapt to your surroundings without fear of being abducted. Although you were only taken for two days, the psychological effects would last a last time. You were in hospital for a while because you were unconscious for a few days before waking up. They also had to help aid your broken bones and heal your scars from your lashings before they became infected. You thanked John and Sherlock for rescuing you but other than that, you didn’t speak much in the hospital. You didn’t even cry. You just stared out of the window to your room and looked empty. You had lovely flowers around you room as many people had bought you some after hearing of the event. It was their way of showing their sympathy. There was always someone sat with you. It was mainly Mrs Hudson because she adored you. She loved having some female company at 221B. She needed a break from the two boys. It broke her heart when she heard what had happened but was very relieved when you were returned. John would have liked to be there more often but he had his job and a baby to look after. Sometimes he brought little Rosie to you which cheered you up a tiny bit but your happiness soon ended. Molly and Lestrade had visited you (Molly more often than Lestrade). Your family had come and seen you also. Even Mycroft had sent his sympathies. He probably wasn’t too sympathetic considering he didn’t care much however he was probably just trying to be polite. Then that just leaves Sherlock Holmes. He was there quite often. He made a vow that he’d find Moriarty and punish him for harming you. When he was sat with you, he didn’t speak much but then again neither did you. It was nice to know that he cared.



The first time you cried over the matter was when you returned back to your lodgings in Baker Street. You broke down as soon as you entered the flat. You had missed the warmth and cosiness of your home. Sherlock was with you when you cried. He had no idea what to do when a woman was reduced to tears so he pulled you into a hug and patted your back awkwardly.



You couldn’t leave the flat for a month because you didn’t feel safe. Even when you did leave, paranoia took hold of you. It took three attempts for you to leave for the first time and that was just to visit John. You constantly looked around in case there was anyone suspicious. You developed very severe anxiety and had panic attacks frequently. Everyone tried to help you but it was very hard. You had sleepless nights and would often stare out of windows blankly. Every time you had come out of a shower or a bath, you could not take your eyes off the ugly scars that had formed across your body, especially on your back. You’d got yourself a therapist because you wanted to get yourself out of this hellhole. The therapist didn’t help very much.



Tonight you had decided that you’d try to sleep again. It was a mistake. Visions of the criminal flooded your mind. The images were as clear as day. His voice wouldn’t go away. You awoke sweating and panting. You needed water. You walked from your bedroom to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” A voice said from the living room.

You flinched but then processed that it was Sherlock who spoke. You turned around. “I just needed a drink.”

“No need to explain yourself.” He analysed you. “You tried to sleep tonight.”

You nodded. “I couldn’t.” You sighed. “I don’t think I ever will again if I’m honest.” You turned around and continued to fill a glass.

“Talk to me,” Sherlock commanded but not in a harsh way. You turned back around again and saw him gesturing to the armchair that was John’s before he moved out. You abandoned the glass of water and sat down opposite Sherlock.

“What about?” You responded.

He paused. “I may not be very good when it comes to feelings, except when it comes to the chemistry of each emotion, and it would be wise that I should not take up the profession as a therapist. However, when someone I care about is in such a state that their mental health is deteriorating, I feel like I must act on the situation even if it is something as simple as talking to them. I know socialising is not my forte but I may as well try.”

“You care about me? I thought that-”

“That caring is a disadvantage but there can be a few exceptions.”


“So why can’t you sleep?”

“I thought that was fairly obvious. You don’t have to be a consulting detective to work it out.”

“I know why! I’m just trying to help.”

“Okay. Well I was kidnapped and I cannot sleep because of the torture I dealt with and just been snatched off of the street. All I see is him and his voice and…” You trailed off because if you continued, you knew you’d cry. A lump had formed in your throat. Sherlock was speechless. For once he did not know what to say as he did not want to make anything worse. If you were his client, he would have offended you by now. He reached across and took your hand. You looked up at him and then you hugged him. He took you into his arms like it was the most natural thing he had ever done. Although he was ‘heartless’, he did deeply care for you. You were sat on his knee and had your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“I’m here,” He told you. “I’ll always be here.”

“Thank you,” You replied. And in that night, you fell asleep without any troubles.

Sherlock Pairings as Parents

When she doesnt want to go to bed


Sherlock watched the little girl in confusion, how could a little human being like her have the energy of a nuclear reactor. She should be tired a long aho but she still consisted to wander around and play. With a toy sword she fighted the air full of enthusiasm and gazed at her imaginary enemy.

“This is not over, thief! I will fight you!”

Sherlock loved how Jane always wanted to play the good one and fight the criminals in her roleplays.

John came along with two cups of tea for them and sat down next to him while handing him his cup.

“She seems to get a bit tired, what do you think?” He sighed and joined him watching her.

“You already said that an hour ago.”

Sherlock noted and took a sip of his tea.

“I should bought some good night storys for her yet, Chemistry books really dont interest a little girl like her.”

“Then how about we tell her how we met?”

“We have to mention the murder when we want to describe it!”

“Come on, Lestrade always visit us and reports about cases. We dont have to tell her how the woman died.”

John looked over to her before he agreed with him. “all right then.”

The called her over and let her sit half on Sherlock, half on Johns lap. They told her about how they met and with every spoken word thei looked more and more into each others eyes. It doesnt took long when Jane fell asleep and leaned the head back.


Jane scampers into the living room and hides under the couch but they can still see her feet.
Sebastian stolls after her and Jim, sitting on a chair nearby, pretends he saw nothing.
Seb starts speaking loud ‘to Jim’

“I guess we have to eat all the cookies alone then” with no change in his expression so Jim has to chuckle silently.
“There mine!” Jane shouts and qickly crawls out. Outraged she crosses her arms and frowns at Sebastian before she turns to the black haired one.
“Daddy! You wouldnt ever eat my cookies do you?”
“No way blossom! Im not that evil.”
Sebastian grumbles and gazes him dead in the eye.
“Jane you still have to go to bed.”

She shakes her head violently so he sighs and just picks er up to her room, ignoring her muttering.


Jane runs out of her room and searches for a place to hide as she catches Mycrofts eye who just sits before her on a armchair with a book. He lift his eyebrows as she suddenly knees down behind another chair hoping that he dont saw her. “Waa!”

Greg comes out of her room and looks around.

“Sweetheart, please. You have to get up early tomorrow!”

Mycroft frowns and puts his book aside.

“How about you sleep in our bed for tonight? Would you like that?”

Jane sticks her head out and blinks at him wide awake.

“Yes! I do like that!”

Replacement of John Watson (Sherlock x reader)

SORRY FOR BEING AWAY SO LONG AND STARTING MY COME BACK WITH A FANFIC THAT WASN’T REQUESTED (just started watching Sherlock a week ago and really wanted to start writing about it, I take requests) BUT I’LL BE WORKING WITH THOSE SOON ENOUGH TOO.

So to put it simple: you move in since Sherlock has become unsocial, bored etc and you are aware of filling John’s place in Sherlock’s life as a work partner and roommate (and possible guardian/babysitter) 

The flat in Baker Street 221B had been silent for the past four months. For four months had Sherlock Holmes now lived alone in the apartment Mrs. Hudson rented and it had come too far. Sherlock had started forgetting to pay his rent on time and Mrs. Hudson had become worried of Sherlock’s well-being. Of course, going behind Sherlock’s back, Mrs. Hudson had contacted John and told him her worries.

”Darling, he has barely left the house for weeks. He is unsocial and it doesn’t do any good to him.” Mrs. Hudson’s voice was high pitched and she stuttered at times which gave it away how serious she was.
”This is Sherlock we’re talking about, Mrs. Hudson.” John reminded. ”He’s always unsocial.” He added with a chuckle. Mrs. Hudson did not understand the humor of the situation and made it loud and clear for John. ”If a grown up man doesn’t do his groceries, barely eats and shoots walls is normal to you then enlighten me. I am begging to understand what goes in his mind.” Mrs. Hudson sounded like an unhappy mom that was scolding her child. John was about to add that everything she had said about Sherlock was pretty normal, from him anyways but he knew better and changed the subject slightly.
”What do you suggest we do?” John sighed.
”Can’t you move back in?” Mrs. Hudson pleaded.
”Well, was worth to try.” Mrs. Hudson huffed. ”But can’t you at least come by more often? He really needs company.” To this John sighed again. ”You know I have work and Mary.” John turned around in the living room he was now in. Mary wasn’t home at the moment and it was good. If she would hear him talking like this to Mrs. Hudson about Sherlock, she’d kick John right over to Sherlock’s to entertain him. He still felt like being the guardian of the man even if he now lived away and had a girlfriend that was going to be his wife soon. Mycroft kept calling and texting him, asking what his little brother was doing, which John answered by suggesting to call Mrs. Hudson rather than him since he barely went to Baker Street once a week.
”But I will come visit as soon as I can.” He admitted more of the knowledge of people pressuring him if he didn’t than for his own needs. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Sherlock, well it kinda was since he had just crawled back from under the grave, but he wouldn’t leave his best friend in trouble if he was in such.
”Good, and when you do tell him he hasn’t paid this month’s rent.” Mrs. Hudson snapped and ended the call.

This is where you walk in. After that call it had started to bother John that why wasn’t Sherlock looking after himself, and he wasn’t paying the bills? John talked to Mrs. Hudson after that couple of times and suggested her to take someone in to live with Sherlock. Of course Mrs. Hudson laughed at that. Who would want to move in with Sherlock Holmes? John fortunately had an answer to that.

You had known Sherlock for longer than John, though not that well, but when you met John Watson you started to really get to know Sherlock Holmes. You were a friend of Lestrade and had visited the crime scenes couple of times. He had asked your help at times before calling Sherlock, trying his luck with you so he didn’t need to get the witty man in the trench coat to out smart everyone around him. You were quite the clever one and of use at times, but you weren’t as good as Sherlock Holmes, unfortunately for Lestrade. You had met Sherlock at times but he wasn’t much of a talker, well yes he kinda was but he usually explicated how the body ended up the way it was or questioned how the people around could be so boringly dumb.
When John came to picture he started to open the group up a bit and somehow brought everyone closer to each other. He also gave you the courage to tell your own suspicions on the crime scene and at times surprising even the great consulting detective himself.
Growing close to Sherlock, John, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson you had also visited Baker Street and the apartment of John’s and Sherlock’s. When Sherlock ’died’ you were devastated and sad along side with John, but when Sherlock came back it took you almost as long as John to forgive him.

John called you and suggested if you would move in with Sherlock, and of course he had informed Mycroft of this idea as well who started pressuring you about the moving, you had finally agreed to it. You felt like filling John’s shoes at becoming Sherlock’s guardian. It was going to be stressful, annoying and dangerous. Crime and all that.
Sherlock didn’t seem to have an opinion on you moving in with him, he was either okay with it or didn’t care.

Your new life on Baker Street 221B started slowly but surely. There were some tiny surprises such as finding body parts around the house, finding the fridge repeatedly empty and having to do almost all the groceries on your own, though Sherlock barely took any of what you brought in. Also having to company Sherlock while he worked, which he did almost all the time. When you went out he would tag along, without asking your permission. You didn’t mind though, it had all been in good measures, for now, but that was about to change.

You were currently getting ready for work, pulling your jacket on while taking the last sip of your tea. You gazed at the window, checking the weather and looked around making sure you won’t forget anything.
Sherlock was sitting in his chair, facing you and reading a news paper. He had his robe on, his hair messy but eyes fixed and concentrating. Always ready.
You pulled your right sleeve on and turned to Sherlock. ”I’ll be leaving now.” You inform. ”I’ll be back about six hours from now.” You said with long pause between ’about’ and ’six’ while you did the math while starring at a nearby clock. ”Yeah.” You nodded to yourself.
”No.” Sherlock said and switched the page on the paper.
You gazed at the clock counting quietly but out loud the numbers. You hesitated while counting but then surely stating that it was indeed six hours. ”Six. Six hours. I will see you after six hours.” You stated and tried to sound confident, which actually made you sound like John.
”No.” Sherlock stretched the word with a tiny smile and eyes in slits.
”What no? Are you indicating that I can’t count?” You gave Sherlock a puzzled and annoyed look, signaling you started to get fed up by his games and just wanted him to say what was wrong.
”You won’t be taking that long.” He said, folded the paper on a table beside his chair and got up in a flash. You waited for him to continue as you weren’t following what he was saying.
He did a little circle, took a paper file from the table behind his chair and handed it to you. His clear eyes were fixed on you and they gave away how concentrated he was even if it only was 8am which was way too early for you to be as sharp as he was. Well, it seemed he was sharp at any time he was awake.
”What’s this?” You asked and read the title and before Sherlock got the first word out you answered to your own question. ”The case of the missing body, oh yeah…” You still found this case to be one of the most frustrating. It had bothered you for months now and just seeing the title made you ponder it all over again. This was going to be on your mind for the rest of the day for sure, thanks again, Sherlock.
You went over the pages and saw some new clues attached to the case file. It took you completely into it’s pages, your eyes scanning through the inked words and lips moving while reading without sound. In the middle of a sentence you lifted your head back up to meet Sherlock’s eyes, who had been observing your study and then followed  your gaze when leaving the papers. ”And what is this about?” You questioned almost coldly. Sherlock only starred at you, his expression blank, lips parted but after a second his eyes narrowed as if you had done something odd. Then he turned around and went over to his table once again.
”I got new lead to the case and need to open the case again. We need to see the eyewitness in the next two hours-” You took a step forward. Fast you intervened to his plans and deadpanned ”I’m not coming with you.” Just looking at you made it clear you were declining on helping him today, but he wasn’t having any of it. He never gave you a choice.
”Of course you will.” He turned to face you, his brows knit and looked at you as if it was obvious. ”I need your assistance.”
You decided to not bother and argue with Sherlock, forgetting all he said for now and went with your original plan. Get to work. ”Well, I have to get to work now, and I don’t want to be late.” You said, but it sounded more like you were talking to yourself than to Sherlock.
”Yes we do, but there is no hurry yet. As I said we have one to two hours to get to-” You cut Sherlock off once again. ”No, Sherlock! I am not coming with you. I need to get to work. Some of us needs to get some money to pay for this flat and since you” you rudely point your finger at his way, god you reminded of John so much, ”refuse to take money from all the cases I am left alone with a real job!”
Sherlock looked at you with disbelief. His expression disappointed but not cold.
”I have to pay for everything around here, and just so you know I on the other hand need to eat and it’s not the only thing I’m needing for living.” You felt a bit ashamed by now of your own outburst, but you needed to let it out. You knew you possibly didn’t need to apologize later on, since Sherlock most likely knew your patient was just waring thin right now and it was going to be all okay soon enough.
”Are you done whining?” Sherlock asked with a pressuring look, like you were a child having a tantrum. You gave sigh and nodded. ”Good.” He said and turned his head to his table, taking his wallet and phone. ”Take this,” he threw his debit card to you. ”go buy something nice and after that head straight back to home. We need to leave in an hour.” He muttered while checking the clock. ”And even if I don’t take money from my work it doesn’t mean I don’t receive it. You should see how many ’donations’ I have on my bank account.” He made it sound like it was revolting. How people wanted to show they appreciated his work and help.
He turned to look at you. A disappointed look took a place on his face while he eyed you from head to toes. Then glaring at you and saying ”Chop chop! I need you back in the next thirty minutes!” And with that you left. You muttered on your way how you hated this. Doing exactly as Sherlock said.

You were out for about twenty minutes and then headed back to the flat. Your hands held two plastic bags and made it hard to get through the door but you made it. You stumbled up the stairs and let your eyes leave the floor to see Sherlock. In a suit. Why on earth would he be wearing a suit? And again you were greeted with a disappointed look.
”When I told you to go get yourself something nice I didn’t mean groceries.” He said, took the bags from you, placed them on the table and yelled Mrs. Hudson to take care of the groceries (which she replayed with her famous ’not your housekeeper’) and looked at the clock. ”We will be late.” He sighed and fixed his eyes on you. ”Can’t help it. We need to get you something better to wear.”
”Why?” You asked, starting to get pissed once again.
”We need to look formal.” He simply stated. ”And I take it you don’t have anything formal to wear on your own?” He looked to be amused of the situation.
”No I don’t.” You admitted your defeat. How come he had to always be ahead of you? With his perfect curly hair and perfect cheekbones? Those studying eyes and- wait, you didn’t have time for fantasizing about him!
”Good that I can help.” Sherlock gave you a smile that felt as mocking to you.
”Good.” You said back. As you followed Sherlock to the door you asked ”My clothes aren’t that bad though, are they?”
Sherlock opened the door and let you slip through before following right after you to the side of the street.
”No of course not. You look lovely, but even I can’t go to a ball wearing a trench coat.” He stated and gave you a suspicious look.
”Oh, but I’m sure you would.” You chuckled and stood beside him waiting for a taxi. You saw from the corner of your eyes that Sherlock rolled his eyes and mutter something you couldn’t make out.
A taxi stopped right in front of you two and Sherlock opened the door for you. ”So what will we be doing today?” You asked. Sherlock get right beside you and said ”First we need to infiltrate-”
”Infiltrate? But didn’t you say we were going to see an eyewitness?”
”Oh, well I’m suspecting this so called ’eyewitness’ doesn’t want to meet us, so he most likely has something to do with the body.” Great. So you had to track down a villain in a dress? How fancy.
”A most likely body. We still don’t know if anyone died. It could be just an assault.” With that Sherlock turned his face towards you.
”Didn’t you see the blood?” He almost hissed. You didn’t mind his aggressiveness at all.
”Yes I did, but it was dried blood. And as we inspected the blood was mixed. There had to be two or three people in that place at that time. We couldn’t tell who had lost blood more than the other. But that does fit the picture. If there were two to even three people present that means this guys most certainly has something to with it, if we’re only talking about his actions.”
”Yes, but why doesn’t he want to keep himself in the shadows? If he doesn’t want to get caught then why is he having a public ball?”
”I don’t know, but you’ll figure it out, I’m sure of it.” you smiled.
The car had headed to the town and was getting closer to your stop. You knew where Sherlock was taking you to get you a dress. Even if he didn’t find women that interesting as all the other men in the world you knew he liked it when you wore (f/c). Every time you had (f/c) shirt, dress or jacket he would compliment on how nice you looked. In good measures of course.
”Also we will most likely have to dance and hold each other really close.” Sherlock said and turned to you with a smile. You smiled back and said with sarcasm ”Oh how will I ever survive from that.”

N  O  R  B  U  R  Y



Rather early on in the story - in ‘Many Happy Returns’ - DI Lestrade visits John Watson and brings him a cardboard box with some stuff from his office …. some stuff of Sherlock’s. Among other things there is also a bright yellow mask. Anyone who has read the stories of ACD is instantly reminded of the famous case of 'The Yellow Face’. It’s a case that begins with a dark and sinister theory but ends with a big and pleasant surprise. The story happens in Norbury.


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Sherlock starting to get older and less hyper as he accepts that he can handle his brain. Sherlock starting to get grey hairs, his curls becoming coarser, his face getting more laugh lines because of all the time he spends with Jim. Sherlock spending less time worrying about his appearance because he’s not as vain, and in turn Jim doesn’t worry about how he’s aging too. Sherlock taking less cases, and everyone is worried that it’s because he’s old, but really it’s because he’s happier to sit still and read in front of the fire, because talking with Jim can keep his mind satisfied better than any case.

Jim telling stories to John’s daughter and occasionally Sherlock interjects to help explain better, like Sherlock’s parents do. Sherlock and Jim retiring to Sussex, where Sherlock raises bees and Jim works as a professor at the local university. Jim complains about his students, but secretly he’s kind of proud of them when they surpass his expectations. Sherlock forcing Jim to put on a beekeeper suit and hold bees even though Jim is screeching that he hates them, but gradually he gets used to it.

Molly coming to visit and Jim watching the newest thing to replace Glee that she wants them to watch while Sherlock pouts but eventually falls asleep. Jim letting Molly show him pictures of her husband and their children and her cat. Jim and Sherlock sitting together by the fire to read or play chess or just to talk about things. Jim making horribly inappropriate references to their sex life to freak John and Lestrade out when they visit, “He nearly broke my hip with what he did to me last night.” Sherlock and Greg just laughing as John makes a face.

Jim and Sherlock mellowing with age and becoming happier with prolonged exposure to one another.


Here are some really good fics I’ve read over the past few weeks! :)

Hunger Games

How Rue became the Mockingjay, by aimmyarrowshigh (5000 words). Fantastic Rue-centric AU of the first Hunger Games book.


Team the Best Team, by neveralarch (5700 words). Alfredo/Ms Hudson/Detective Bell, dating after they meet at a party at Sherlock’s house. I wish this fic had ten sequels.

Deductive Reasoning, by eruthros (3000 words). Joan/Ms Hudson. I thought I’d already recced this in one of my pervious multifandom recs posts, but apparently not??

Lymond Chronicles/16th century RPF

A Meeting of the Minds, by yunitsa (2400 words). Several years after the end of the Lymond series, a young Christopher Marlowe happens to meet Sir Francis Crawford. SCREAMING 4 DAYZ OVER THIS FIC. It’s fiendishly difficult to write Lymond fic in the first place, but this writer managed to keep things in-character, emulate Dorothy Dunnett’s writing style, and write it from Christopher Marlowe’s POV – which, BTW, is entirely in keeping with the novels themselves, each of which is partially written from the POV of Lymond’s latest (and probably doomed) follower.


Polyglot, by Marmosette (2000 words). Mycroft/Lestrade, but basically gen. Set when Lestrade and Mycroft were still in their early twenties, Lestrade is visiting a relative in Cambridge, and meets Mycroft in a local pub. I love this fic, and sorely wish that it had a sequel.

Legally Blonde

Serious, by Toft (8800 words). Funny and wonderfully in-character Vivian/Elle fic, set during Harvard. (Vivian is Selma Blair’s character, BTW.)

Rivers of London series

The Purple Jug, by Philomytha (5800 words). Peter Grant/Thomas Nightingale love potion & undercover-in-a-gay-bar cliche fic. Sshhh, it’s great.

American Idol RPF (Adam Lambert/Kris Allen)

Of Reddest Stolen Cherries, by Words_instead (26,000 words). Kris Allen runs a diner… that just happens to be in the middle of an interdimensional rift. Too bad he hasn’t noticed yet. Adam, one of his regular customers, is a dragon. This reads just like a YA urban fantasy novel, and basically, if you like the look of the basic premise, you are sure to loooovvve ittt.

Welcome to Night Vale

Hidden Cartographies, by Quietbang (3600 words). Carlos-centric backstory, gen.

Avengers (movieverse)

Means and Mendacity, by Anonymous (38,800 words). Novella-length Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Regency-era arranged marriage AU, with appearances from several other Avengers characters. I’m not generally fond of Regency AUs, but this one was good enough that I enjoyed it.

What the Deep Heart Means, by unpossible (54,600 words). Clint/Coulson. Longfic about Clint dealing with the aftermath of the Chitauri invasion, and Coulson’s death and resurrection. I admit I don’t remember much about this fic because I read it several months ago, but I do remember that it’s really good.

Teen Wolf

you have to go to them sometimes, by kellifer_fic (4500 words). Cute, funny genfic where Stiles’ college roommate inevitably turns out to be a werewolf.

Addams Family

College First, by kurushi (10,000 words). Wednesday Addams as a single mother, gen. She decides to have twins while she’s at college, and doesn’t bother to tell the rest of her family until after she’s finished her Masters degree. THIS FIC IS A DELIGHT.

Let’s Write Sherlock Challenge 20: Time to Get Away! It’s that time of year where you find you’d rather stare out the window and imagine yourself somewhere else–anywhere else– than where you are right now. Well, you may not be able to get away, but the Sherlock characters can! For this challenge, you will be writing about the characters getting away for a few minutes or days. AUs are, of course, welcome. 

Still struggling? Here are some examples:

1.) Lestrade visits his favorite coffee shop that no one else knows about. Except Mycroft.

2.) John is the lifeguard at a beach during summer breaks while he is in college and teaches guests at the nearby hotel to swim. Usually they are little kids, but apparently this tall, skinny bloke never learned how to swim properly. 

3.) Sherlock is forced to be a camp counselor at a science camp. Anderson is the camp manager. 

4.) As way of an apology, Sherlock drags Molly to a garden full of poison plants and a museum all about death. She loves it, though she could have done without stumbling across a group of would-be murderers. 

5.) Sally puts in for some vacation time and heads to Paris for a week. Sadly, no one gave Sherlock and John the memo that she wanted to get away from them for a few days. Is it really a holiday if you have to solve a missing person’s case with the world’s only consulting annoyance and his shadow?

As before, there are very few restrictions on what you can submit for this challenge, but here are some Guidelines (below the read more).

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So John grows the moustache ...

six months before TEH. In the mini episode we see John in his flat - without a moustache. It is the same flat he and Mary are living in in HLV. Judging from the decoration it has been furnished by Mary or both so we can assume that they have already moved in together. 

So why does John grow that thing? A symbol of moving on? Of distancing himself from his former self/life? 

But what does it tell us about the relationship that Mary obviously is the only one close to him who hates it but chooses not not tell him? Enduring “six months of bristly kisses” instead of saying one word to make him shave it off? 

But then of course it could be something else altogether. The John we know changes and not for the better. Compare John in the mini episode with John at the grave in TEH. The man Lestrade visits is mourning but still the John Watson we know. At the grave he looks much worse although Mary is at his side and time has passed. 

So it takes Sherlock to restore his former looks. And there is more.

They are both coming full circle in this episode - John by shaving off the moustache. And Sherlock by wearing the white shirt (for John), getting back the coat and in the end becoming Sherlock Holmes again. So they need each other to regain their former selves. A subtle sign of love.