solrosan

solrosan asked:

Re: "You know what happened to the other one." My instant reaction was 'what brother?' but then, seeing where Sherlock where to be sent and what prospects Mycroft saw for him coming back alive (he gave him six months) couldn't he be talking about 'the other person we sent to do this thing I'm now suggeting we send my brother to do'? Because sending someone on what seems to be a death mission wouldn't really be called brotherly concern by many others than Mycroft.

Oh, now that seems way more plausible. I’m going with this until proved otherwise!

This is why I love you.

solrosan asked:

Mycroft/Anthea: things you said when you were drunk

She’s not drunk, exactly. A little wobbly, certainly, but in these shoes who wouldn’t be? She totters along next to her boss, frowning at her uncooperative thumbs as they stumble across the keypad of her Blackberry.

She glances sidelong at Mycroft. She’s never seen him over-indulge, but after one too many rounds of a ridiculous drinking game with the Polish ambassador, there’s a blotchy flush across his cheeks tonight that makes him look more human than he’s ever been. It’s completely endearing. He reaches up and loosens his tie before he realises she’s still watching.

“It’s fine, sir. I won’t tell anyone,” she teases. Without thinking, she reaches out to loosen it further. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t stop her.

“S’nice,” she says, staring up at him. “Seeing you like this.”

For a moment, it looks as if he’s going to say something, but he bites it back. He runs a hand through her hair and then pulls away as if he’s burnt, as if he hadn’t quite realised what he was doing.

“I apologise, Anthea.” Mycroft’s voice is clipped as he steps away, cool air rushing between them.

With a resigned sigh, she nods and straightens herself out. “Sometimes I wish you… we…” She bites her lip before she can finish her sentence. He smiles down at her one last time.

“Sometimes, I wish the same.”

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That sounds absolutely wonderful, all of them!

in Sherlock related fandom I have three moments. One: reading the Guardian article the day of the premiere and looking at the photo of John in his bedsit thinking, that’s a modern light. I watched it anyway. Two. My cat, Livia, died suddenly one morning after crawling in my bed one morning, probably, according to the vet, to licking anti-freeze. I decided that morning, after my husband had called me in absent from work, to take my mind off stuff and to write some of this bebeggared fanfiction all the hip kids were talking about.Also the first time I thought about doing a drawing. The fandom was fairly tiny then, not more than a month old and I posted a drawing and the damn thing exploded. Since then, more of a talented nature have taken my place but my love for this fandom has taken me from one continent to another and had acquired me friends that I consider life long.

Black. Two sugars.

Fandom: BBC Sherlock | Author: solrosan | Rating: T | Wordcount: 5760

Author’s Summary: “Everyone seemed to assume that Molly was in love with Sherlock Holmes, and it was so much easier to go along with it than to correct people.”

Part of a collection of unconnected fics about asexuality in the BBC Sherlock universe.

Read it here.

solrosan asked:

Random question is random but... how do you think one would spell Mummy's nicknames for Mycroft?

I’ve always been inclined towards ‘Myc’ if you’re going to shorten Mycroft, since that would be the first syllable anyway so doesn’t seem any need to change the spelling to 'Mike’. 'Mycy’ on the other hand just looks very strange to me, so I’d have to go for 'Mikey’ there.

Just my own inclinations; not much of a technical analysis or anything! 

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I’m a greedy person, I always think things can get better ;) There are many times life has been AMAZING. Those have often involved sun and family, but nothing pops out as being better than anything else. There isnt a clear best moment. How about you?

I am so glad that you have had time you consider amazing! I’ve had a few points in my life, primarily being the moment that the doctor laid my son on my chest. I never though i’d have children and deciding to do so was a big decision that was so worth every snot covered, tantrum ridden moment. Others include sitting on a haybale on a bright Pacific Northwest day with my dog, watching my cows feed, having an old friend from England for dinner at an awesome restaurant in Seattle on a late summer’s day while the monorail rattled by. At home in Middlesbrough, as a kid, playing castaways in the field near my house (that’s now a housing estate), kissing my first boy in a nightclub on a college night out; we were both classics students and inexperienced. It didn’t go well.

It didn’t change the fact that [Sherlock] felt completely alone right now. Outside the bubble that was university people’s primary relationship didn’t consist of friendships; out in the real world people’s primary relationship always seemed focused on a partner. A sexual partner.

And he couldn’t be that. He couldn’t do that.

—  from Let your body decide by solrosan (16,372 words)

solrosan asked:

Limerick!

Limerick (“It’s people who aren’t evil, but have evil-sounding names.”) - Do you like your name? Why/why not? (Bonus points if you answer with a limerick.)

On my French name, Diane, I’m ambivalent
But it also has an English equivalent
Should you call me Die-Ann,
I’ll respond, if I can,
But I prefer if you try to be vigilant.

(or, in less absurd verbiage, I like my name but it gets mispronounced a lot, which I am not too fond of)

‘As I said, [the black ring is] a reminder that it’s fine,’ Sherlock didn’t even feel irritated that he had to repeat himself, 'It’s not a declaration to the world, I don’t care about the world, and it’s actually subtle enough for people not to notice it. It’s not a statement, because I’m no more proud of being asexual as I guess you are of being straight. No more ashamed either.’
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from A Black Ring by solrosan (2,243 words)

Platonic one-shot.

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: John Watson, Anthea (Sherlock), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes
Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Everyday Life, POV Alternating
Summary:

A quite ordinary day in John’s, ‘Anthea’s’ and Lestrade’s lives, because even lives involving the Holmes Brother are filled with routine. In the end nothing ever really happens to anyone.

The events (or non-events) presented in this charming genfic show a typical day in the lives of basically all the major Sherlock characters. All the characterisations are excellent. Highly recommended.

Sherlock lay flat on his back, staring up the ceiling, feeling confusingly violated and…empty. Slowly, the emptiness was filled with epinephrine and, in response to that, his heart rate increased, his vision closed and it became harder and harder to breath properly. He wasn’t completely sure, since he’d never done it before, but he didn’t imagine sex would lead to a panic attack.

It wasn’t what popular culture had made him believe. Popular culture just showed how amazing and wonderful and desirable it was. He had constantly during his seventeen years been told that he was supposed to long for sex, live for sex. That he was supposed to breath for it. Especially since he was a young man. Apparently young men only had one thought in their head: getting up girls’ skirts and down their blouses. Or did that constitute two thoughts?

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from Asexuality (Series) by solrosan [ AO3 | tumblr ] (26,248 words)

Part 2 of the series spans Sherlock’s life from his first heterosexual experience through his homosexual ones and finally to John after he discovered his asexuality. The sex isn’t graphic but you should heed the tags for possible triggers.

(Despite the word ‘violated’ in the quote above, this does not refer to a non-con situation, just a confusing and ultimately unpleasant one.)

Speaking of Anthea as more than a secretary, check out @solrosan’s “Just Another Day” for a really interesting take on just how that would work. I’m on my phone so can’t provide a precise link but it’s on AO3 and very well done.

Basically, Sherlock is bored and causes some minor trouble and John, Lestrade, Mycroft, and Anthea all have to help solve it (or not) in between non-Sherlock concerns. And the story is really about those other things. On top of being a really nice character study piece of all four people with some charming stroppy!Sherlock cameos, it does a good job of world building wrt Anthea’s and Mycroft’s professional relationship. Good fix and good food for thought about what that might look like.

solrosan asked:

Johnlockary, (pregnant) stomach kiss! :)

Mary leaned back, letting her weight fall against John’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her comfortingly.

“You don’t have to let him do this, you know.” He eyed Sherlock warily. Sherlock was rummaging through the drawers of the small desk in the lounge, pulling out a measuring tape, a marker, and what appeared to be a set of callipers. Mary laughed, her body vibrating against his.

“I don’t mind, John. Let him have his fun. We’re all in this together.”

Gleefully, Sherlock dropped to his knees in front of her, settling down with a notepad that had every previous week’s measurements and recordings. Slowly, he raised her shirt. She smiled down at him, amused by the hesitance in his face.

“Well go on then, she’s going to start kicking and flailing and you know how that messes up your measurements.”

As if the baby had been listening, the outline of a foot, or possibly an elbow, distorted the line of Mary’s belly. Impulsively, Sherlock leaned forward and pressed his lips to the protrusion. Mary’s breath caught in her throat, and she reached forward to run her fingers through his curls as John tilted to kiss her cheek.

solrosan asked:

14? :)

14. What have you done that you are most proud of?

Escaping to Seattle. I left Illinois in the summer of 2000 in a Honda Prelude that had a questionable AC and no CD player, packed with my stuff and $200. I didn’t exactly plan it. I got an invite to a wedding, which is only a small step above throwing a dart at the map. Never done anything so impulsive in my life. But it didn’t feel impulsive at the time. It felt necessary. Best day. Best decision. No regrets. 

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